Watch your speed, stay in the lane,
fingers off phones, eyes ahead, remain.
Apps can wait—don’t swipe and drive.
Home’s the place for scrolling alive.
A pint can turn into three or four,
then the tree waits, your fate unsure.
Seatbelt neglected, the crash comes fast,
death whispers through the broken glass.
White lines mark a fragile divide,
drive aware, keep all souls inside.
Danger hums in the engine\'s roar,
every choice opens another door.
Steering a life, not just a car,
calm hands cradle what hearts are.
Take it slow, tread the safe way,
so tomorrow can greet another day.