Signs of Life

Queuing ahead, slow down, incident.
A forerunner of brewing malcontent.
Long delays, report of pedestrians. 
All closing in, complete congestion.
Delays, slow moving, large heavy load.
Change direction, forget seeds sowed.
Use hard shoulder, leave at next junction.
Get out now, before any dysfunction.
Rolling road block, debris in road.
It’s too late now, the exit is closed.
Strong winds, fog, snow and smoke.
Massive skid risk, I’m about to choke.
Workforce in road, total obstruction.
Slow moving traffic, many distractions.
Its turning round, variable speed limit.
Join main carriageway, real life mimic.
Clear way ahead, foot to the floor.
Enough overthinking, time to soar. 

Loot

2019

Makes me think that ...

Literally, it doesn't pay to think about how much time the work across the globe is impacted by the millions of hours lost in traffic. Metaphorically, the obstacles and hazards encountered on our journey need to be dealt with in a way that leaves you fit and well by the time you reach the other side.

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