Bullet for My Traffic

Sitting, knees bumping, fingers tapping waiting for the Great Wall of China to move. An angelic rift wafts over the stereo, calming the boiling rage bottling up in the gut for a few more minutes. The ambience, a slip into outer space, the guitar sparking child-like awe- a blessing to my strife Holding back insanity with reins, I scream I’m coming home I’ve been gone for far too long Brake lights two-step ahead teasing a false reality of turning tires Thoughts drift across the gaps in the music the pot stopped boiling an unsettling calm, into A thundering storm formed within the car It seems I lost the reins, since my hearts burst into flames.