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.
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