Shrieking horns damaging my ear drums,
Ruthless vehicles pumping smoke into my lungs,
A multitude of thoughts fighting for attention,
A persistent nagging reminder of the unfinished work,
Tired limbs protesting their confinement,
My restless spirit defeating my patience,
I gazed at the stationary line of vehicles, wishing I could move them,
I felt my time slipping away and wished I could hold onto it.
As I gazed skyward feeling helpless, the beautiful skies diverted my attention.
The rays of sunlight filtering through the canopy of clouds,
The clouds majestic with their golden lining,
The sun, keeping me engaged in a game of hide and seek.
My admiration swiftly toppled the regime erected by the army of negative emotions.
Maybe life isn’t about crying over our inability to fly to our destination,
Maybe it is about enjoying the walk up that road.
