I am the front wheel of a tricycle,

the driver of a carriage.

I ride ahead,

I can steer, but behind me they can veto.

I need them, they need me.

The third wheel.

But now we're going backwards…

I can only follow.

I have no say.

I jerk around behind,

useless, an extra limb.

The third wheel.

But we keep going…on and on….

until I break off, without a sound,

and vanish…

one cell in the white background,

behind the bright, shiny, backwards world.