It's been a while since I published something on here but all I seem to write these days is bad, really shitty bad, poetry. I need to kick the habit, I don't even like poetry that much. Need to get back to some stories. Anyway, here's one which isn't as terrible as the rest.
Midnight Traffic (V 2.0)
I’m dreaming of driving those midnight city lights,
always comforting, always freeing, always real.
Down, lost or alone, that’s how I spend my nights.
There are things in life with which I find hard to deal.
So I run, I flea, lose myself in the majesty
of night city lights that never lose their appeal.
It is hard to describe just what it is I see
in the midnight traffic that is to most mundane.
There’s just something about it that sets my soul free.
Sometimes all night I drive my solitary lane,
lost in the beauty created by man at his best.
It’s moments like these that keep me alive and sane.
When I’m apathetic and exhausted from life’s great test
I drive the midnight traffic and realise I am blessed.
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