Every morning, mile on mile
I meet a stranger with a smile
I wink at her; she winks at me
Then, we go our separate ways
Course of our life is changing
While all of life is rearranging
Yet, no need to sit and wonder
Or universal truths to ponder
It’s quite a simple explanation
For our morning’s oscillation
It is a really clever endeavor
Meeting and no terminal flavor
On the run and feeling frantic
Every day in the heavy traffic
Heavy Traffic
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