The Insane Life

Life discussed in the language of the road...
Life's on the fast lane
Moving across a cris-cross of highways
Shifting gears for the social system
Pulling over for some sane moments
With so little refuel time
And the journey, a hundred thousand miles
In the insane traffic of life
Curves are to be negotiated with a vigilant sight
Caution to be exhibited to not be the reason for others' plight
Although insanity is the name of this race
Yet you can't afford to lose your face
With scant regard to the rules of this game
You are sure to be doomed to go to the grave

By chandrasekar koneru
Published: 7/28/2006 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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How would you best describe this poem in the language of the traffic signal?
Green- Smooth drive
Orange- Just about OK
Red- Too Bad
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