I take the same road everyday
And drive by the same sign.
The same pole with the same rusted scribbles
And an arrow that points nowhere.
I miss the whole journey, the ride
Is a vague haze, fleeting
Concrete jungle and sandstorm, daydreams and
A stop sign that stops no one.
I try to think but no coherent
Thought comes through. I cross a
Light that goes from yellow to red but for me
Goes from black to blue, affects none.
I stop, breathe then open the door
Listening to silence
Screaming at me. Gates open and wind stands
Still, waiting for me. I yell but no replies