Traffic and hurried thoughts

I really have nowhere in mind
But here, I would not be confined

My intention is to go kill
Put an end to the bill.

Anywhere this ride leaves me
There I would let my spirit flee.

For reasons lodged in my head
I’ll leave my entire being dead.

Someone would take the blame
Someone must burn in this flame.

Take the bikes out of the main roads
Before the traffic explodes.

They are a menace to the society
Causing and prohibiting calamity.

Victor Oyedele