ON THAT DAY

Might Be A Sensitive Subject⚠

"If you see someone whose life has stopped traffic, do you ever wonder what it cost them before you wondered how long you'd be delayed?"

On that day, 
the air of my lungs fill an ambulance,
and I realize...
this is what it feels like to be on the 
verge of death.

Something so tasteful...
I might just like the idea. 

that's wrong is it not? 

I'll just be another thing on wheels that fell over
even with its training wheels on. 

People would drive by...complain about how 
I make traffic build up. 
...
I'm sorry I'm taking time to fight for my life...

I'm sorry 
I'm sorry

and I'm sorry I blocked your perfect passageway 
to your destination.

And i get it... your late for work, 
your little kids birthday party started an hour ago, 
Your parents are on their last goodbye, and maybe your
on the edge of life just like me. 

This isn't a purposeful thing. 
this is clinical. 
something so thought through that critical thinking
is only a term for the easy hearted. 

And you know what? 
Maybe hugging the grass after the fall isn't so bad. 
it's like a free blanket to remind me of how fragile my time is. 
or perhaps a dedication--one that tests my limits. 

And if you were to picture...

that day, 
me, myself, and i....
strolling along the highway with music so high we 
matched just the same. 

Not that I'm on--.........................................................life support. 

I'm on a non-refundable subscription plan. 
That is not support to me. 
that's unexceptional. 

So, On That Day...
when the lane finally clears up...and you're able to make it
to where you needed to go...
Maybe consider that i either lived with a way home...
or i let myself die faster so you could get to that one party, 
that one person, 
that one place, 
and perhaps...just maybe,

 that one time. 


because there are some people who let the silence hang--
They look at the stop sign, the red light, or that one traffic director...
And they see the weight. 
they feel the silence hug them. 
so, maybe that's what it means to be deadweight in the air--to cause
everyone's inconvenience. 

And by time you pass by next time...
the road will be clear--Not a car in sight. 
Because they'll be pulled over for the hearse
that drags me along to say "your welcome" to you...
for clearing your way. 

Or maybe...by time you pass by next time, 
I'll be in my car, flipping you the bird or reaching 
for high-fives. 
My music would be loud. 
The wind would blow through my hair. 
I'd be a total jerk. 
just think "The Outsiders" Style. 

But no matter what outcome that day has...
know that either way...no matter what choice I make...
your way will clear up. 

So, good luck to you...
because I'm home now. 
And there'll be a home waiting for me at the end
of this accident, this joyride, and this unbelievable inconvenience. 

Because no matter what...I'm still the accident. 
I'm still the problem. 
I'm still the deadweight dropped off the bridge.
Surprisingly I happen 
                                         to 
                                                like
                                                          bridges...

But...I'm also the one fighting. 
All you did was curse under your breath and hit the gas...
and that let alone...fueled me up...
                                                                  or simply "messed" me up...

So, Rev on ya truckers!

”A person's worst day is often someone else's delay. Before judging the delay, remember there's a human being at the center of it.”