Captivating Colors

Aah yes the morning commute to work. The early risers get a head of the traffic. As I drive along the same trench dug path, the commute seems very patterned. Every intersection I arrive at has a red light attached to a long pole strewn across above my head. Why does every crossing of the roads amount to a stop? I ponder on this pattern. Always red always red! Why couldn't I just proceed through the intersection like the ones on the other side of the four way? I remain flustered and confused over the incident. Anger ravages through my body as I get irritated with slow moving traffic! I honk my horn and blair words that must not fall on innocent ears. I soon subdue with calm feelings. I can not control the lights. Why must they torment me? I continued on the path, the same ditch dug rut, along with the other slow moving cows.

I look over at the sign that reads come put your money in this bin and we will give you black dirty liquid to burn. The more money that goes in the more the bin desires. This exchange does not hold credible. My must I keep going back to the bin? I think of my options and no better option comes to mind. I must keep returning to the bin. What causes me to return to this bin so frequently? Yes! The dirty red lights! The underground affair of the road. Red light as its mistress, the bin will always have me return to it, constantly feeding his bottomless void. The affair must me stopped! The light can change but the bin remains the same, ever feeding on the green paper. The red light has been seduced into the intimacy. What must change for the red to turn green? Perhaps the seduction.


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