traffic
today, i sat on the beltline in my car
my lane of traffic was at a dead stop.
today, i sat in ap psychology,
my mind was racing as i absorbed the information in front of me.
i could see the end of the lane of traffic to the right of mine, yet
people felt the need to travel in that lane for as long as possible. After all,
it benefited them, so who cares
if it slowed down everybody else?
i could process the information and develop a deeper understanding easily, yet
some of my peers couldn't seem to take ahold of the information. after all,
who was i to push the pace of a class whose pace
wasn't ready to be pushed?
and as i sat there,
i couldn't help but wonder if these people knew
that they were inconveniencing the rest of us.
or maybe,
they were just oblivious to the other hundreds of people that surrounded them.
and as i sat there,
i couldn't help but wonder if my peers knew
how difficult it was for me to listen to their seemingly obvious questions.
or maybe,
i was just oblivious to the needs of the twenty people that surrounded me.
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diary of a shitty (aspiring) poet
Poetrymy poetry may not be good, but it's real and people do say "it's the thought that counts" so, when it comes down to it isn't realness good enough?
