The next best thing

I have a car which I truly like,came down my place one night after I have just given up my old one.
My old car was a matchbox on wheels, I don't like its memory, last time I took it on a ride it turned me down half the way.



The new one was like a super car.
For me, it had it all even the power steering, big deal back then.
I loved it , pampered it, and drove it all around.

It never turned me down even when I lost my way with it.
I took it to the darkest places, in the middle of nowhere.
Up the pyramids deserts.



Then came my new friends, they didn't know when I suffered my old car,they looked at my new faithful one and laughed, called it " the carriage",said it didn't match my status.



Now I look at it with hatred , why did I got stuck with you.
I like you but you are not enough for me now.
I like like you but I have to let you go.

I love myself more, and I have to show up with the next best thing