We are at a standstill
Dead weight
Anvil
Rumbling engines
Gridlocked
In all directions
Blaring horns
No progression
Motionless
Frozen
Roads are smoking
Angry as fire
Smell of burning tires
Freedom
Not for miles
Seething
I'm feeling wild
I hate it
Being held captive
**** this awful traffic

-V.v.V. Ds