Steer Clear the Maddening Crowd

The past helps to define me
as I adjust to the present grade,
my vision of the future's, dim
after watching my dreams all fade;

crowded by my dissappointments
as my lonely accomplishments, flutter in the breeze,
knowing these things to be true, is enough
to bring any man, down on his knees !

Surrounded, by everyone's else's opinion
and all alone, in that very regard;
there's enough dirt being thrown my way,
I should have a cornfield-sized, front yard.

Too tired to get any restful sleep,
I'm too drained, to get anything done;
I'm doing the thinking for everyone else
and that's taken away, all of my fun.

So, as my patience slowly dissipates,
what to do becomes vividly clear,
I'll let anyone who wants to, start-up the car...
..but, it's me, who's going to steer !