To Start Off...

I think I may start the blog off with a poem my teacher never saw...
This poem is about me relating to life in an everyday situation. You may be able to link the idea with 'A Poem From A Three year old' for in both poems the theme goes deep even though we are asking small questions (even though my starting question is very deep)...

What is life? Is it like the roads? Are us people the cars? When i say us people the cars i don't mean literally driving the cars.. But we are the genuine cars themselves.

 Thus when cars crash, we fight amongst each other. Cars collide as our emotions collide for they do not go together with great bliss? When the cars do collide they are broken, we too are broken? Although we can fix the car and our bodies with great ease, it is harder to mend oneself's mind. But sometimes the damage is gone far past repair on a car, we too are broken?

 At the beginnings of our life our actions we preform are insignificant. So at the beginnings of a car's life they must drive upon insignificant roads. These actions may be eating and sleeping, and these roads may be regional?

 Incontestably as we get slightly older, let's say in our childhood, we preform more substantial actions. So therefor, the car drives more substantial roads. May these actions be playing sports or taking tests, and these roads be national and main roads?

  Thereupon, as we mature into adulthood, we do the significant action, as well as doing our insignificant and more substantial actions. So the mature car drives on significant roads, as well as driving upon insignificant and more substantial roads. These new actions may be getting a job and starting a family, and these new roads may be motorways?