During My Daily Commute

in moving cars i am small;

in moving cars i am invisible.

in moving cars i am ignored;

in moving cars i am alone. 

trees blend together, creating shapes

clouds give way to empty skies

white words flash on LED signs

red and green and amber discs

in moving cars i can think;

in moving cars i can clear my mind. 

in moving cars i can shed my skin;

in moving cars i can be myself.