The Way I'm Being Led

The Way I'm Being Led Middle of the road I try to decide a way to be, traffic lights stuck on red all roads signed 'no entry' The roads are dangerous. The flowers by the roadside did not grow there. Someone placed them. I get in the right lane It's a one way system there's no turning back. Street lights are yellow under a sky that's turned so black. I can't believe it, a magnificent traffic system beyond my wildest dreams. A multi-storey roundabout is way on up ahead and with the flow of traffic its the way I'm being led.