Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

As the pin falls 
Searching for the ground 
My life stops
As my heart begins to pound 
Everything changes 
In a single beat
Then the rhythm of life rages
With the patterns of the street
Red , yellow , and green
The days will continue on
Stop, yield, construction ahead
The path goes on and on
Warning lights and oversized vehicles abound 
As flights of fancy can’t seem to get adequate clearance from the ground 
The weight of my cargo is in question 
As I am Pulled over at the checkpoint to receive yet another inspection 
Can I pass once again or simply receive rejection ? 
I suppose at this point it’s a matter of natural selection .