We're stuck in a terrible traffic jam
Of a river of red lights.
At the car dashboard there is a faint green glow:
It's 11 pm.
I already feel tired for tomorrow
Even if it hasn't started yet
For I know I have to wake up at 5 am.
As my mind fills with fatigue and frustration
I hope in my heart
That my dad would never stop driving.
I wish that he would
drive
d r i v e
d r i v e
and d r i v e
To wherever the road takes us and just
Let the dim orange street lamps lead us
To a brighter tomorrow.
I beg to break free from the city borders for
I can't seem to take the stress out of me
So just take me out of the stress.
Let this auto's mechanical hum
Drown my thoughts.
Let every revolution of the wheel
Oust the monsters reigning,
Preying on my mind.
The greens of the rain forests and rice fields,
The blues of the mountains and the ocean
Would zoom in smudged colors
In the artwork that is my window.
Roll it open and the wind
Would gently kiss my face and stroke my hair.
I will sigh,
Releasing the remnants of
My exhaustion and combusted fossils exhausted,
And filling my lungs with the air smelling
Of pine trees and the ocean breeze.
So I hope that we would never stop driving,
And let the road take us anywhere
I don't really care
As long as its
Anywhere but here.
Manila traffic is the worst and with the Skyway 3 construction coming up, I don't know anymore. God spare us please.