You Have Got To Be The Last One Standing...

Merging the lanes, like work yesterday. Wrong directions? The traffic won't know. It's so slow and thoughtless. Wheels are still, on the concrete and green lights - no. The barrier stands between our hands. You said 'you need me', you said 'you mean', if it was a bad decision where was the mistake? Fatal without recognition, or even any consequence, how will I know, I never even seen it coming...