Red light,
Green light,
Blinking away,
The same old roads,
The same old day;
Engines hum,
Faces stare,
Everyone rushing,
But going where?
I grip the wheel,
And breathe in slow,
I feel my mind,
Begin to flow;
I’m in the crowd,
Yet I’m alone,
A moving cage,
A metal home.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:33 AM UTC
Red light,
Green light,
Blinking away,
The same old roads,
The same old day;
Engines hum,
Faces stare,
Everyone rushing,
But going where?
I grip the wheel,
And breathe in slow,
I feel my mind,
Begin to flow;
I’m in the crowd,
Yet I’m alone,
A moving cage,
A metal home.
