Now watch the way we move in unison.
All flowing forwards herded by the lights.
We swiftly weave between each opening.
Accelerating to prepare to stop.

But watch the way we all compete.  We fight
To get ahead, to break away.  It's war.
How dare you drive so slow in front of me
When I can't manage my own time.  I'm late.

It's easy when you're only a machine
For me to hate you.  I can disregard
That you are probably as important
As I believe I am.  So I will sit
And passively aggressively curse your
Existence to my windshield.  Justified.

This graceful chaos just drives us apart.