Life spent wasted in the fast lane,
Trapped here in my beaten down car,
As determined, angry people speed past,
They don’t realise they’re heading for a sudden stop,
A violent shift,
As these cognitive traffic jams pile on up,
Bumper to bumper, infecting the streets,
My car sounds sickly as I curse their names,
Impeding my journey towards this mental renaissance,
And as the same CD scratches away,
An echo resonates from the passenger’s seat,
Forever stuck in neutral,
I sigh and start it all up again,
Knowing one day, somehow,
I’ll find myself where I am meant to be.