Rush Hour

I firmly grip the steering wheel
This anxious mind drives me

I recall every doubt I’ve ever had
And swiftly forget how to breathe

I’m doing sixty in this steel coffin
With windows so you can see the show

Rush hour is perilous at best
Without experiencing panic alone

Tail lights splinter before me
My synapses buzz and short

I will see her when I get there
Sense is returned with this thought

I seek out a safe place to rest
Allowing the sensation to fade

If I can survive this morning
I know I can conquer the day

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