To your destination.
You expect speed and ease,
Without complication.
Roadblock.
Suddenly your plans fade,
Like pictures in sunlight.
It's no use to organize,
When you don't use insight.
Roadblock.
If you had read the signs,
Maybe you would have known,
That there's construction here.
You don't know where to go.
Roadblock.
The panic settles in,
You thought that you knew best.
Intellectual fool, No smarter than the rest.
Roadblock.
Now the stress of rush hour,
Yanks on your sanity.
You should've paid attention,
To signs, not vanity.
Roadblock.
You have what you wanted,
A clean face and crisp clothes,
But now you will be late.
The stupid things you chose.
Roadblock.
Stop.
Take an even breath in.
Realize there's a detour,
That's organized so you,
Won't worry anymore.
Roadblock?
This path will take more time,
Your choices injured you.
But you're not stuck forever,
Wondering what to do.
Detour.
Your struggles were foreseen,
By the foreman in charge.Understand your problem,
Really isn't that large.
Detour.
A solution put in place,
So that you wouldn't miss,
All that you're meant to do,
You can get around this...
Road Block.
