This mourning of mine will never go away.
As we stand frozen on a kiss
In this hyaline coffin, floating in mid-air
And the only feeling being
That this mourning
This mourning will never go away.
See? You inspired me to write something. You must be doing a good job as I haven't written anything in years..
A metaphor for the state of your mind now, eh? Traffic can be painful and block paths and sometimes there is no getting around it - especially when you are late for something . . . Murphy's Law I suppose. But it always clears and it is such a cool feeling when it does. You refuel then keep going. And the guy who cuts you off - could be taken many ways. Vibrations - your gut, your heart. Rain on half your windshield . . . only part of your life seems muggy? You turn to avoid the dark sky. Then suddenly when you feel like you're in familiar territory you see a train on what you thought were some old tracks. Preserved for "historical" reasons, but it's still running and it kind of takes you somewhere else . . . I liked it, very cool.