I wonder whether you will drop me on time to where I need to be?
I wonder if you feel as guilty as I do when you drive past those waiting, longer than I have. Their faces, like thunder, and yours, ever so calm? I wonder if the same happened to you as a pedestrian, how did you feel?
The sky as yet to open, so their skin feels the wrath in the mean time. They ask for sympathy, but it seems your heart bear similarities to what they face.
Hmm.. I wonder