traffic

driving through rush hour
i'm just another car
dotting this city's endless flickering motherboard
one blood cell pumping through its arteries
we're all whirring, turning, hurtling, flying by
anonymous and sheltered in our scraps of metal

but inside each vessel, there's someone (and someones)
trying to get to work on time
cruising to their new favourite album
laughing at a terrible joke
planning the next grocery trip
searching for that friend's coffee shop
delivering the neighbourhood mail
headed anywhere to get out, out, out

and i'm here, stuck at a red light
poring over my own dreams, trivialities and worries
letting them bounce off the windshield
onto the steering wheel and back into my brain
if i looked out the window for once in my life
i'd see someone else doing exactly the same