Wisps of light, Brake the night
While incandescent globes,
Light the way
This motorway of microcosms
You travel it each day

Complex and disconnected
Never liberated, never free
Bound to the artery of ashfelt
It begins and ends the day

Look down from above
This sight you see
Analogous ants parading about
Processions of people in rank and file
Captivated creatures
Hypnotized,
By daily routine
Independent thought, rarely seen

A cynical view,
Yes, I do agree!
But I’m stuck here in traffic
And just can’t
Brake free!!!



By Mark Scotting