Chaos, curia, bewilderment, illusion
We join the spidery network of intersection and
confusion
Immersing ourselves with the frustrated and bewildered
hordes
Does anybody know the rules on these murdering roads?
No time, wrong place, got to be there
No space, must race but to where?
Got to be there.
Motorways with tailbacks, tollbooths that are
closed
Who is in authority, somebody must be told
Temporary lights, man with stop-go
But we are in a hurry do they not know?
No time, wrong place, got to be there
No space, must race but to where?
Got to be there.
Government cutbacks, railways must be closed
Lorries that carry extra heavy loads
Garda, speeding points, castle walls and fairy trees
But I've a new car do they not care for my needs?
No time, wrong place, got to be there
No space, must race but to where?
Got to be there.
©Colman Glynn
Glendale@gofree.indigo.ie