Dream Like Rage

Sitting in traffic
Listening to the news
Same old stories
People angry and confused

Sounds of horns blaring
While waiting to move
Cursing out their windows
With loud attitudes

Late for work again
I’m about to break
This crazy chaotic world
No longer can I take

The man in the car behind
Angrily staring at me
Screaming and yelling
The color red all I see

I grabbed my baseball bat
And exited the car
I started approaching him
His door slightly ajar

I swung many times
At his headlights and windshield
The sound of shattering glass
Then his gun was revealed

Shots were then fired
As I quickly ran away
Abandoning my car
In the traffic jam delay

Across the street’s corner
I ran into a store
Angry and enraged
I was ready for war

So I purchased a gun
And lots of ammo
Ready for a fight
Like an armed commando

I headed to my car
Back at the crime scene
Ready for retaliation
In this rage filled dream

Fingers on the trigger
About to return fire
Then I woke from my nap
To the sound of the horn choir

Lifting my head
From the steering wheel
Traffic started moving
Deciphering what’s real

What just happened
Was I falling down
Remnants from an accident
Were still all around

Watching the ambulance leave
It changed my perspective
We need to slow down
And be more respective

To see what’s important
Calmly disengage
Escaping the madness
Of our dream like rage