As we conquer the day
Blurred memories of the early ebb and flow of wake and go
Stuck in the ever moving blurred lines of speeding traffic
Blurred souls speeding in futile strength stuck in steel bodies that move slow in the flow of traffic
Bumper to bumper
Ego to ego
Whose dream is more important than the others that deserves to be pardoned with right of way
Hoot hoot
Bash crash
Me first
Black soot fuming from the nostrils of angry cars
The air polluted with dreams and regrets of tomorrows and yesterdays
Soldiers in a straight line ready to face the war
In this traffic

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