Existentialist at a Traffic Light

At a traffic light.

No one in sight.

Not one soul, not one thing.

My anxiety riddled brain: “what if the government has invented invisible cars to patrol the roads in order to control the masses and stop us from j walking?”

Decided to add a bit of pseudo poetry into the mix, hope you enjoy,

Peace, Love and Cowbells,

Oscar

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