I wish to be
a concrete weed
not for the cracks I create
but for the resiliency.

notes… (listen to the tune while reading)… so I as sitting, in horrendous traffic, nothing new, not here at least, not my daily commute, this was that times two, so I could pop in an album or two … or three, while I watched morons trying to weave the impossible weave to somehow beat bumper to bumper traffic… no, for all the weaving, and speeding stops, you are next to me again, and again, and again… as I just sit in my lane with patience.. and admittedly tunes.. otherwise I might be you, I see the non point of not going nuts, road rage is a concept I have touched, but not so much anymore, I think I have a good handle on things, I don’t like it… sitting in traffic that is, who does? but the answer is not to fight the horizon, the answer is to defuse your bomb, so that is what I do, when abused by the insane lack of planning and coordination of government, for the money that is collected, surely it could have been better spent… but apparently not, every inch of asphalt costs more here… but the populace accepts it… so what can I do as just the one guy, I can try on a micro level in my life, but that is then, this is now… crawling along the route… I see weeds… maybe that is a slur, I see plants, making it… however and wherever they can be… and what the hell do I have to complain about? these damn things will grow in the smallest crack, that inch of life, that fight… and so I wrote this (above)….