All This Madness

Traffic rages on the street
People rushing, got people to meet
Places to go, things to do
Deals to make, people to screw.
Tyre’s screeching
Horns beeping
People dashing
Close to crashing
Lights flashing
Shouts of passion
As cars are thrashing
Their way home
All this madness
Somehow strangely
Makes me feel
A little bit alone.

© Daniel Breslin