Commute

Forty six and 2

It ain’t the same as 6:42

Commute

Freedom or imprisonment

I ask myself as the flow goes on

And it seems that no-one cares

so my thoughts wander to nothingness

A simple state yet overwhelming

Full of emptiness

The steady red, the flashing yellow

wake me up from my slumber

Colors of the awakening

stuck inside a composite box

Bouncing of the reflectors

Screaming to be freed

Someone leaves the flow

takes the side lane

Left or right

is forever lost from my life

Soon it will be my turn

Goodbye sunrise

A new day

Begin

–19/09/2019 DT–