And on my way the light turns red.
Now I’m stuck with time to think.
Maybe I should turn around
But your warmth is calling me.

Red light adding seconds to my clock.
One second is all I need.
My cup is full of arguments
But for you, I’d spill my drink.

Fingers drum and throat, it catches.
Legs stick to vinyl seats.
Logic sings and reason whistles
But your hiss, it sounds so sweet.

Skip this song and then the next.
**** this whole CD.
As time, it stops. Decision reached.

But then the light turns green.

"I'm trying to be myself,
Understand everyone,
It's a mission and a half.

Looking at everyone,
Trying to learn something
but I am getting more confused;
It's hard being cool.

Our generation,
Alienation,
Have we a soul?

Techno emergency,
Virtual reality,
We're running out of new ideas?

Who is the Queen?"

morning wakeup 7oclock
fully charged human life
Having breakfast, hurry hurry
cant adapt heavy traffic
battery capacity out of 50%
shouting manager **** my battery
daily torturing pressure work
work more work speed team leader warning
heavy heavy task making me twist
Out of control battery dead

Sitting alone.
Waiting.
Amidst the sea of strangers.
Is a dainty lady.
Flowing in her ears, a sweet melody---
The song of a singing violin.
Eyelids are heavy.
Body is tired and weary.
She's now sleepy.
Her mind is wandering towards---
You.
Hers forever.
In fantasy.

All traffic lights have                                                                                               Those colors red,orange,and green                                                                        That help us walk,drive,ride,or anything ...                                                           If you don not abide by these pretty colors ,then                                                  Something bad might happen ...                                                                            We all have eyes ,so                                                                                                  Look well before you do anything ...                                                                      Colors guide us ...                                                                                                     Our life is very great ...

The great New York metropolitan
stretching its  vibrancy
trafficking its wears.
Car horns combating in contemptuous arguments
habituated eardrums unwittingly pulsating

Great buildings upward; towering behemoths in grandiose splendor
This great asphalt jungle sprawling its electricity for blocks,
for miles
The jazz of the city continues the chanting; the sounds of bass and the blowing of the **** sax, the horn, the piano
and the drums drumming on its rhythmical beat

Beating hearts feeling the vibrancy; the shock waves of nuances echoing the great hustle
Multitude of voices singing praise to the different tongues;
vibrant in diverse rejoicing, the poetry of men and women
Metropolitans claiming the world condensing into small
blocks and listening to its RHAPSODY.

Staring into the past
In your rounded box of glass
And twisted shiny metal
Don't miss thy break pedal
Or YOU WILL CRASH
& burn
To: Ashe

Regrets (Going Home)

I’m sitting at the stop light waiting for the light to turn green
Traffic is bad and I’m waiting for an hour it seems
The song on the radio is playing one from Red
And thoughts keep spinning ‘round, like a carousel in my head
I’m living like I’m driving: always moving but not taking time
To be in the moment or to read the signs
Going through the motions on autopilot every day
What more is there to life? Is there a better way?
What have I been missing that is hiding in plain sight?
There is more in this world outside my personal plight
You know I’m thinking about you now
And I sit here wondering how
You are doing and everything I’m missing
I had so many chances and here I am wishing
Hoping I could go back and do it all over again
To be there for you to be there for my best friend
I lost sight of what was truly important in pursuit of personal gain
I have all this money but the fact still remains:
I have no family now and money simply cannot fix
This emptiness inside the sadness from all this
I want you to know I’m sorry and I was so wrong
I never realized how much I had until all of it was gone
Please know I pray for you and for the kids whenever I can
I know I could’ve been better, been a Godlier man
I could’ve gone to church on Sundays, prayed a little more
I could’ve stood up for our family: a thing worth fighting for
If only I had been aware before all that I now know
I might have done things differently if so
I have come to understand a little a purpose far greater than me
Life is more than just a job, money, or nice things I believe
It is family, it is love, it is a something that you feel
In your heart, in your soul, and it is very real
Helping others, taking care of yourself, being there, showing love
These are all things that matters most if push comes down to shove
Then again it’s not too late to try to reconcile
I’ll take responsibility for consequences and go the extra mile
The only thing I would ask is to keep me in your prayers
And that you know wherever you go someone really cares
The song changes, the light turns and I continue heading home
To a place I can go back to no matter how far away I might roam