Cars speeding in each direction <br />Some are busy, Some are late <br />Some are new kids giveing rich impressons <br />Some are white knuckle deamons filled with resentment and hate <br /> <br />A white child with rap music poisening the air <br />A black man is bobbing his head and driveing without care <br />Bushy bloude dogs, with swimming hair <br />Old groggy men driveing more then 15 MPH, This is quite rare <br /> <br />And while the lights are down <br />You can still hear the engines and loud sounds <br />Of cars driveing into the background <br />Some have smiles, Some have frowns <br /> <br />Men on bikes, as there girlfriends try to hold on <br />Men in suits, blareing sad sad songs <br />Men yell if another man takes too long <br />Men might kill if you take a turn that is wrong <br /> <br />The streetlights appear like drops of rain <br />Some people drive by, They look so tried and drained <br />Some drive by and look completly insane <br />Mild and sickend because the roads have left them daranged <br /> <br />I sit near a dairy queen <br />Watching people drive by, near and between <br />Some filthy hearted, Some are clean <br />Some have clean hands, Some have rings <br />Some listen to the radio, Some are proud enough to sing <br /> <br />As I get up to walk home <br />Holding no hands, All alone <br />I reliaze why i come to this same place everyday <br />Becuase for one secoud, All my problams go away <br />I sit here and stare <br />With out reason or care <br />All my life I've been told <br />To stay inside and out of the cold <br />But the outside world seems to be <br />So open and So very free<br /><br />Ray Mesa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflections-of-a-busy-street/
