The Unsupervised Stop Sign
It was quarter after nine
When I clocked in on that stop sign
What an insignificant design
Yet it provoked desire
Watching everything realign
Only one thing crossed my mind
Whilst everything roared tow that line
Two opposing thoughts intertwined
Once a beautiful sign
Now an unsupervised lifeline
Once a benign incline
Now a constant race against time
Copyright © Faith Ozobu | Year Posted 2023
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