The ticket

Of course a reminder that utopia does not exist
or cannot be possessed, but we still try hard.
it was said to be reckless but i was all alone
on this open road following my soul
only to be interrupted by the lesson of slow down.

i am to slow down? i do not desire the slug
that creeps slimey, prudent and vulnerable.
but now i must report my wrong doings
to the judge as if i were a true criminal. 

i plea not guilty, no explantation needed.