Parking

Parking, a task so simple and rough

A search for a space, a challenge enough

It's a battle for spots, a race for the prize

A connection to a world, that's always in a rush

It's a test of patience, a measure of skill

A quest for a place, to park at will

For in its outcome, we find a sense of peace

A place of solace, that's hard to increase

Parking is a struggle, a source of stress

A path to frustration, that's always oppress

For in its meaning, we find a sense of pain

And a connection to a world, that's always in vain

Oh Parking, a task, that's so full of strife

A symbol of a world, that's always in a bind

For in its value, we find a path to peace

And a connection to life, that's pure and released.