Point C

When hurrying from point A to point B
Don't sing songs  
Don't smell the roses
Point B is where money lives
Point A sucks without money
 
When hurrying from point A to point B
Sing a song
Smell the flowers
Avoiding point C
never a guarantee
 
When hurrying from point A to point B
be exactly where you are
Neither A
nor B
but wherever you are in between
Take a moment
see
smell
hear
the world is a feast for the senses
 
Not so at point C
 
Skeletonized truck cab
fire on the hill
swarm of too late vehicles
lights flashing
at a death concert
no more hurrying
no more worrying
I hope he heard  
one last good song
before the silent music
of point C