Traffic and hurried thoughts

Once there was music
Now far gone and basic

People starring through car windows
Street lights giving out rays of rainbows

Snail pace is the top speed
So much for the eyes to feed

Trouble for those who cannot manoeuvre
Before they know it their turn is over

Horns more angry than the honkers
They keep pressing till we all go bunkers

Everywhere there’s a hurried figure selling
The height of impatience swelling

I pray for those in an uber
That the price doesn’t make them sober

I see sad faces peering
Maybe a bad day came stirring

Lovers eager to get home
Plagued with the romance syndrome

Vera