The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I am a blue elusive BMW.
I freely wiggle through traffic with nothing holding me back.
No wheelchair or nurse to assist me.
As I speed by big beautiful trees,
I see peaceful butterflies playing.
The narrow streets of Paris welcome me.
I stop at a red light and admire a woman eating three oysters.
I joyfully sing “A Day in the Life” as enchanting pianos accompany me.
My heart is knock and trembling like an earthquake,
I see people standing on the road,
And my only form of communication is to blink and flash one light at them.