Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Traffic

Driving, slap me

This is how I feel

Conjested traffic stuck between christian's and catholic's

Alike is nobody,

we share alike nothing

except these single file line's

we are stuck through

Made to converse silently

but with madness

Merging into closed zipper's

Panick attack, get me out of here

Driving, slap me

this is how I feel

In a herd, where i am nobody

Stop signs, traffic signals

There controling me

It's maddness out here

Alone with nobody

cigarettse and coffee

chain smoking

Break lights

Blinkers

No ending


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