Traffic Jam

Another boring day I make my way down this life’s tricky busy long freeway So many travelers choose to go as well, in slaving sync to the cold life school bell We all so focused on the single prize, so much assets to gain and maximize My car is rusty and not too trusty My mind conviction pure and just gutsy So many jams clog the path to your heart, transforming my ride to a slow oxcart Again frustration at the sight of red, again my efforts going head to head Looking at your lips for the light of green, but your smile is still a sight to be seen -for S1's contest-