Traffic jams, sea of cars.
Snapshots of faces, futile and lost.
Some young, some old.
Some young who look old.
Worn. Hope and
dreams hanging on.
A life lived encapsulated in one drive.
Muddling through.
Thoughtless. Blurry.
Breaking down, looking for traction.
Stop and go. Heat
and sweat.
I awake. That's not me. I’m alive. Rescued.
United by faith.
Strength and direction.
Engine running now.
Moving faster.
Power and life. Full
not empty.
Traffic jams, sea of cars.
Face shining, found and useful.
Outside growing old.
Fading. Inside growing new.
Finding rest. Hope
and dreams bright and sure.
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