3/10/2004
Stressing out, screaming out, lashing out
yet still breathing in.
Little irritations that ruin your day.
Panic stricken as the clock ticks by the cars halted to a stop do not seem to care.
A red sea of reflectors and blue skies are ahead.
Stop. Go. Stop. Go.
Hello Mr. CHP no I am not speeding...
JUST TRYING TO START MY DAY.
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