Lanes, Lights and Radio Stations

lanes mock me,
laughing each time
i change, while
the old lane advances
i stand still, leaving
me no room to
go crawling back
hinting at where
i could have been
had i stayed.

traffic lights mock me
as i turn right,
rather than waiting
for the green, only to
trap me at the
next turn
to find myself
a mile down the
wrong road
reminding me of how
much time i've wasted.

radio stations mock me
as i turn the dial
impatient at the interruptions
of commercials
ending a string of hits.
I channel surf only to return
to catch the last note
of a song i love
and then again
commercials.

women mock me.