Roundabouts: The circle of death. A poem that makes no sense (just like Roundabouts)

Your breath stops your heart stops your feet stop on the edge of the pavement
look left look right
which way do I look again?
You see the cars they look at you with their evil eyes and you know 

they put down their feet on that gas pedal 

and you only have a second to fly
go go go go go
dodge the bullet
it's a circle
a cycle that never ends
your life hangs off a thread of pity
if the driver feels benevolent you will be spared
if the driver is running late you will finally get to see the inside of University Hospital
cars going round and round
which way? How do I tell?
look left look right
and run for your life.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PirgrfzDRBY