Impulse, Pt. 2

Drive Through Hell

The people are weary, unhappy and frustrated
The people are bitter and vengeful
The people are deluded and fearful
The people are angry and uninventive and I drive among them on the freeway

And they project what is left of themselves in their manner of driving
Some more hateful, morе thwarted than others
Some don't likе to be passed
Some attempt to keep others from passing
Some attempt to block lane changes
Some hate cars of a newer, more expensive model
Others in these cars hate the older cars
The freeway is a circus of cheap and petty emotions
It's humanity on the move
Most of them coming from some place they hated
And going to another they hate just as much or more

The freeways are a lesson in what we have become
And most of the crashes and deaths are the collision of incomplete beings of pitiful and demented lives
When I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity of my city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly
The living have choked the heart away