Traffic at the End

The realm is at peace
Not a single dark cloud
A day-to-day cycle
Revolving year round

There's traffic at the peak
Two inches almost
The road is now wet
The stars are like ghosts

And I remained breathless
My hands full of sweat
I made a wrong choice
I fell underneath

A hole so invisible
A star painted blue
They're inevitable
And so as you too

I thought I could pass
The line safely now
But you made me stop
Without knowing how

You confronted me
With all my own 'lies'
Even talked with my mother
Saying I haven't tried

The air is now hot
And the beaches are ready
Please let me go
And set myself free

There's traffic at the end
No collision, no band
But words that pass by
In the nick of a wand