Traffic (Unfinished)

I share this highway with hundreds of other lives, thousands of other problems, hunderds of individuality. I drive by I pass by I move along A couple crying, i drive by A family laughing, i pass by A mother dying, I move along. So alone ifeel with a family that supports. When the car next to me is heading off to court with a young lady in the backseat preparing for the worst. So upset at the world i am because icant get that purse. When down the street theres a Hearse & a young mother feeling cursed. I engage in road rage, a sensless actING upon my attitude. Being rude to whom dont it conern. Not being considerate to the fact that it was my illegal turn. ... To be Con.