Bright red lights, blinking, scatter to and fro
Lancing the terrain of a cement river
Stopping and going an ebb and flow
Enduring the grind is the daily driver

Mechanical beasts dancing in line
All going one way but never on time
Find a new way to arrive that's a thought
A happier life left to be sought


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.