Nothing more than a shock
A mental block
Violent waves
And a broken clock
The traffic in my head is deep
It’s heavy
It’s congested
There’s a crash up ahead
Signs flickering, bright lights
“ Stop” “ Wrong way” “trouble ahead”
The traffic is clearing
It’s nearing the end of rush hour
It still feels stuffy
Congested
Tight, it’s foggy
I’m losing sight of this glowing sign ahead now
“ I’m goi-“
It’s all I’m able to read
Horns are blowing, I’m distracted
Can’t see where I’m going anymore
The rains pooring,
The roads slippery
The windshield wipers are loud
They screech
I want to turn around, but I can’t
I’m on a highway
It’s so congested
Foggy high beams
I can’t see the cars
I’m trapped , but I can see a little more of the sign “ I’m going to-“ that’s It i  can’t see
It’s cut off, what does it mean
I can’t do this Iis too hard, it’s too heavy
I can’t see, I can’t see
It’s foggy as hell, but the signs clear
I can read it, “ I’m going to bless you, but you have to do you’re part and steer clear of the devil’s obstacles “
I’m going to keep going and have faith that the traffic of my thoughts clear up with the presence of my God here