The shrill of the alarm rattles your reality.
It is “OH” dark thirty,
The “OH” means ‘Oh my GOD it is early!’
You are pulled back
From the safety of your dreamland.
Dreams that keep your sanity in check.
You stumble into the bathroom.
Trying not to awake your spouse.
Jealousy rears its ugly head as you see the sleeping form.
After you, don your battle dress for today’s battles,
You grab your brown bag filled with all the essentials.
Head out of the house trying not to step on the family pet.
You fire up the chariot for the mad dash
By time, you hit the roadway
The ‘Rat Race’ is at full velocity.
You are in your element.
Drinking caffeine while navigating the speed traps
And the multi-tasking drivers trying to keep up with you.
You arrive at the lot to find it full.
Now begins the musical slots race.
Who can you beat out of the closest parking space.
The commuter may not carry a weapon.
They might not fire missiles at the enemy,
Nevertheless, they are ‘Road Warriors’ in every sense!
Wayne Smith 2008