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-

sad lovesonnet

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