Hesitation

I woke up this morning, still at odds
  with myself.
Went through the routine of a work day.

Until I got to the stop light.

My mind somewhere else,
I was stopped,
across the line,
in the
    center of the intersection.

How did I ended up here;
    was it by chance? did I do it on
    purpose, with intent? was it a sign?
I pictured a truck speeding toward me
    and hitting, at 50 mph, the driver’s
    side of my car.

I hear cars honking at me,
    their horns not beeping
but instead saying:

work
                  friends
society
                  family
gas
                  food
stress
                  bills
time
                  money
            LIFE

My foot comes off of the
brake and I start
moving again.

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