Stream Of Motion Ride Poem by Yahya Adada

I stopped at that station more than one time
always hesitated to mount that bus
I was eager! so I flipped a dime
To take the “Stream of Motion” ride
Roaming from anger to complete serenity
And it rested on the go ahead side.

“Anxiety” roundabout was the first junction
Cloudy and rainy the sky,
The road fogy and slippery,
Everything started to confusingly malfunction
And the bus suddenly! Drifted to “Anger” town.
Crossing resentment and its ground of action,
Had to stop and refuel at grudge square station.

Filled with the wrong octane,
The “Stream of Motion”
Chocked with sorrow and regrets,
Got disrupted in the middle
Of disappointment traffic lane.

All the gauges hit the suffering red zone
I knew at that instant, no matter
How intriguing the ride was and affectional
Serenity was out of reach!
And as long as I am affixed, I will be prone
To roguery and self destruction.
I jumped off, rolled over, dusted my soul,
And here I was at the tranquility terminal.