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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