The Way I’m Being Led
Middle of the road
I try to decide a way to be,
traffic lights stuck on red
all roads signed ‘no entry’
The roads are dangerous.
The flowers by the roadside
did not grow there.
Someone placed them.
I get in the right lane
It’s a one way system
there’s no turning back.
Street lights are yellow
under a sky that’s turned so black.
I can’t believe it,
a magnificent traffic system
beyond my wildest dreams.
A multi-storey roundabout
is way on up ahead
and with the flow of traffic
its the way I’m being led.
