Traffic Jam

Here we are in the middle of it all To be or not to be at all to make the crawl Who's your mother Father Au pair: tiny team of daydreamers in transit onto a better thing Hopefully Are we just barely catching up to every bug; to every slug Is this how the ants are feeling It was not always this messed up Mother Nature grows wilder than wild It was not always this concrete: you and me Have we not evolved enough to think twice To see To be nice How much time have we to replay history Now we have ways to get to work faster