traffic
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Crash, bang, pop!
Midnight gridlock.
Red lights all around.
Horns blaring with the sound of a thousand trumpets.
I sit, wait, and appreciate.
Perspective changes problems into opportunities.
The busy streets of adulthood is flooded with cars
The traffic goes by and next thing you know, you see the stars
The busy streets of adulthood you wished to be as a kid
Time flies by and you wish it didn't
Which way will you turn? Blinkers stay unlit,
One land, Two sea, None by inept driver.
Absent headed fool in traffic we sit,
Stick figure family, mocking riders.
I am a mere pedestrian
Doomed to live a momentary existence
Leaving your cerebrum as soon as the light turns
There is a certain
Kind of feeling which cannot be
Explained—
Like the feeling when it rains, or
When someone you love
Dies—one which goes
Beyond words, beyond expression.
Feelings which can
