Staring at the crimson glow,
Waiting on the emerald metamorphosis,
Palms palpitated, eyes dilated,
A tense shuffle indicated,

Total anarchy – no more in reins,
Some silent prayers were sent,
While others maintained peaceful acceptance,
Hopeful eyes sparkled, as the still scene moved,

But alas – it stagnated again,
A glance forward,
And the mirage was staggering,
Time abysmally passed,

Sniggering at the computations,
She knows the quintessential truth,
In the traffic kingdom,
Only chaos rules.