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.