Scooter

I scooter out
In the night to
To meet my Uber
Or Lyft ride, I am
Unaware of my
Own fragility.
I move fast
Downgrade and
Turn too sharp
And fall,
Scraping my face
And blacking my eye.
People help me up,
But for a moment
I am aware,
I am one fall,
One accident,
One loss away
From narrowing
My options
Dramatically.
And as I do not
Compromise
My principles
Of lifestyle,
How will I
Settle for
Half a loaf
When I gotta do
What I gotta do,
Not we gotta do
What I gotta do?
Do I gotta
Change?