#roadsigns
Don't be a stinker
use your blinker
it don't take much
to be a thinker
If you're in the fast lane
moving slow
find that gas pedal
giddy-up, and go
Stay to your lane
and use that brain
duck and weave
is pretty lame
Put down that cell
talk and text mistakes
will end you up, in hell
to bake
Look for buses everywhere
full of kiddies, and despair
Watch out for silver warning signs
granpa ran, avoiding fines
But most of all, and better yet
slow down a bit, when the road is wet
Don't eat, shave, read, makeup and drive
maybe, you'll make it home
alive
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
I love Australia,
And its road signs:
“Beware of jumping ‘roos!’
"Crocs crossings,"
Or
“Slow-moving echidnas,”
And,
"Big belly black snakes" masquerading as lines.
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
They told me this is where I go
where everything opens up
no hesitation,
no second thoughts,
just motion.
The light turns green
and everyone moves like they've been waiting
for this moment their whole lives.
So I can go to?
or at least try to..
But something inside me
still checks both ways,
still waits for a reason
to slow down.
Because moving forward
doesn't always feel like freedom
sometimes it feels like
there's no way back.
And I wonder...
if I missed my chance to stop
or if I was never ready
to go.
–––xx10m
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
There's no sign at first.
Just a road that slowly narrows,
options disappearing
one by one
until there's nothing left
but forward.
And then
it stops.
No warning,
no detour,
no way through.
Just silence
and the realization
that you can't keep going
no matter how badly you want to.
I sit there for a while
hands on the wheel,
like maybe if I wait long enough
the road would fix itself.
But it never does.
Dead Ends don't change,
you do.
You turn around
not because you want to,
but because you have to.
And somehow...
that feels like both "failure"
and the first "honest" step
you've taken in a long time.
–––xx10m
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 10:38 AM UTC
I knew it the second it happened.
That quiet feeling
not loud, not dramatic,
just a shift in the air
that said
"this isn't it."
But I kept going.
Because turning around
feels like admitting
I messed up,
like every step forward
was a mistake.
So I drive deeper
into somewhere unfamiliar,
trying to convince myself
"It's just a different path."
But deep down,
I know the truth
not every road leads somewhere better.
Some just lead you
farther away
from where you are meant to be.
–––xx10m
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 10:30 AM UTC
Everything in me says "RUN"
but the world holds up a hand
tells me to wait,
to breathe,
to stay exactly where I am.
And I hate it.
Not because I don't understand,
but because stopping
means thinking..
Means hearing every though
I've tired to "outrun"
every feeling
I buried under movement.
The red light glows
like it knows something I don't..
So I sit here
engine quite now,
heart louder than ever,
wondering
If this pause is protection
or punishment.
–––xx10m
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC