The Way Ahead Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

What lays ahead

I have, for some time not eaten boiled cabbage
it is not of the slightest importance if not boiled
with shoulder ham.

On the roadway, a shop sells eggs and teaches you
how to make scrambled eggs a change from eating
the endless pizza.

Besides the egg shop, a driving school endlessly
telling would-be drivers: you drive the car, the car
is not driving you.

This mantra is forgotten as soon as new drives
hit the motorway, an ancient hatred is given free rein
to the disgrace suffered when learning how to drive.