Born by the roads of an unsteady traffic
Just a traveler moving-on searching for an affix
Engines rolling, sandals wearing, hooves tearing
Maybe to get a rest; I think after the next flick;
Daytimes and nighttimes on these roads dwells tragic.
Going to good end no matter what
These halts and stops are not from
Riders and drivers overtaking like magic
But chance has refuse a so needed kick;
Time is wasted while waiting for the changing lights.
Born by the roads of wonderful frantic
Hurry… speed up to beat the traffic
Deprived by limits, green light just went off
Maybe to be back, I think next minute
Engines switched-off as tires here are still.
Going to good end with a full headlight
An awkward moment, the world at a halt
Competition is iced up, don’t bother to key in
Riders and drivers overtake not like magic
Stiller time runs as eyes gaze the red blink.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka