With a bustling city of thoughts,
I can never be left quite alone.
On a tragic day where I realize;
                                                  I am not myself,

A man in the rear view mirror,            the traffic is slow.
One I cannot reach—
I wonder about his name,                   His silent screams
                                                                                                      are haunting.
An unfamiliar sound of silence,
Like everything I know has decided to change.
But then, loud honking       rings         in my ear.

I suppose the lights turned green, but no one drove forward.
                                                           Maybe that was my fault,
                                                                             for not stepping up.