Stuck

Stuck within a sea of cars, There’s nothing you can do. You crawl ahead as brake lights lift, But there’s no getting through. Signs inform you of delays But that won’t move you faster. How much time ‘til you get home Depends on the disaster. So you drive and hit the brakes Ad nauseam and wonder When the traffic sea will part And lift the cloud you’re under. ‘Til that time, frustration mounts And tempers start to flare. All this time’s a’wasting And you’re here instead of there. Hopefully, there’ll be a break And cars will start to flow. Then, at last, you’ll get to where You’d always hoped to go.