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| Snarled traffic in the DR |
“Snarled Traffic”
Snarled traffic is like life itself,
full of dead stops and goes, quick starts,
slamming on breaks to avoid a collision,
tight cars on all sides of you,
honking, some blaring
because someone is trying
to cut in without signaling.
Perhaps, I am like that,
not looking forward or back,
not paying attention
to whom is around me
to whom is around me
causing some of the blaring
and snarling of traffic.
When I let people in, I feel better,
feel as if I have done something grand.
It’s only when I am in the outside lane,
knowing the barriers are few
do I feel like I am in control.
It’s when I am stuck in traffic
when I realize it is a lot like barriers
to growth, a feeling of loneliness,
and no progression forward.
Each stop and start impedes my progress.
Sometimes, I choose to be in one lane
or the other, thinking I will get ahead;
yet, the progress is slow, arduous.
Traffic is jammed.
In essences, the snarls are impediments,
slowing me down, keeping me
in the pack, having to jostle every step,
so I cannot see ahead.
Yet, when I merge to the outside,
change my way of doing things,
becoming the puppeteer
of my own life where I dangle
my own strings, where I can see
and move forward,
knowing I can see ahead,
see a far off, and know
where I am going
and choosing to do so.
When I let people in, I feel better,
feel as if I have done something grand.
It’s only when I am in the outside lane,
knowing the barriers are few
do I feel like I am in control.
It’s when I am stuck in traffic
when I realize it is a lot like barriers
to growth, a feeling of loneliness,
and no progression forward.
Each stop and start impedes my progress.
Sometimes, I choose to be in one lane
or the other, thinking I will get ahead;
yet, the progress is slow, arduous.
Traffic is jammed.
In essences, the snarls are impediments,
slowing me down, keeping me
in the pack, having to jostle every step,
so I cannot see ahead.
Yet, when I merge to the outside,
change my way of doing things,
becoming the puppeteer
of my own life where I dangle
my own strings, where I can see
and move forward,
knowing I can see ahead,
see a far off, and know
where I am going
and choosing to do so.
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