The Gentle Anxiety of a Check Engine Light

By Saywisely

1 min read Sep 18, 2024
A sudden, tiny, amber sun,
My peaceful, thoughtless drive is done.
What does it mean? A simple fix?
Or something far more complex?

It does not shout, it does not wail,
It tells a vague and stressful tale.
A quiet, constant, glowing dread,
Of costly futures, just ahead.

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