When the traffic of an hour covers so much ground,

one might wonder where to focus, which lane to take.

There is always safety in the local roads, far more

than navigating a highway road like the autobahn. 

Seems lives find reason to focus on the quiet avenue,

less prone to sudden shifts in speed, swift sights ahead.

I remember wanting desperately to merge with traffic,

as fearful I was of misreading autos flying past me.

What good would it do once the tragedy began,

everything imagined earlier that afternoon, now gone.

We only live our lives with one singular yesterday.

It’s then we sell our soul, together opening our hearts.