Traffic Jam Inside My Mind

So much noise and confusion
The traffic of my thoughts rushing
The tragedy of my ego crushing
I sometimes fear for my own understanding.

Circling concrete cloverleafs rising
I’m lost to direction wandering
Chanced with a life of squandering
I sometimes fear for the gifts I’ve been given.

Blurring speed and accidents
The cost of my own being
The truth I haven’t been seeing
I sometimes fear for my purpose.