She is riding on the same route
She is in haste to catch up with time
Speed up; slow down no need to be rude
Drivers knew where they’ll be stuck
She knew it exactly like the other days
Hands on stirring wheel, foot on brakes
Sixteen miles ahead she awaits a post
A leaning post of three shining colors
A hand pointing opposite her direction
It is everybody’s way of giving
It is everybody’s waiting point
A part of human system
A way to keep her world going