Late for the baby's first steps, oh what a miss Today's gone, they've taken the first blissful leap of success In moments like this, late is a bitter abyss.
Tangled lines of cars, inching along the road, Rushing and honking, impatiently they go. Asphalt congested, a symphony of horns, Frustration reigning, tempers easily torn. Fast-paced chaos, an ever-flowing tide, Interweaving paths, where patience is tried. Crowded highways, a constant bustling hive.