I’ve hit every yellow light on the road up to this point.

I’ve slowed down.

I’ve sped up.

But I’ve never stopped.

I’m thinking of slowing down for the red light.

Taking a pause on life.

The world says go.

My mind says no.

I’m taking a pause on life.

There’s an accident up ahead…

I’m sorry I meant there’s an election up ahead.

I think I just repeated myself.

I’m going to take the bypass,

Drive away from this mess,

Move on to something else.

Where are the scenic rest stops on this American highway?

We’re going 90 in a 70 when we should really take the byway.

Our lives do not belong to whoever is the POTUS.

What is the American dream if we’re going too fast to notice?