The Belt

                                               As the road was dark.

                                       Rain dripping in every part.

                              Cars from all places intense their start.

               Some where like hyper kids while waiting for green to go.

               As i look through the window flashing lights all around.

                   Talking, screaming, and crying was all the sounds.

                          Slowness leads to the honk of many cars.

                                Everyone cant wait to get far.

              Traffic patrols always on the run to get the wrong one.

                 Angry drivers ask whats going on, while they honk.

  Once its the express way cars are like kids running at a daycare for story time.

                  When i see that car, I say one day it will be mine.

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