I share this highway with hundreds of other lives, thousands of other problems, hunderds of individuality.
I drive by
I pass by
I move along
A couple crying, i drive by
A family laughing, i pass by
A mother dying, I move along.
So alone ifeel with a family that supports. When the car next to me is heading off to court with a young lady in the backseat preparing for the worst.
So upset at the world i am because icant get that purse. When down the street theres a
Hearse & a young mother feeling cursed.
I engage in road rage, a sensless actING upon my attitude. Being rude to whom dont it conern.
Not being considerate to the fact that it was my illegal turn. ... To be Con.