Eyes Thru a Tunnel

no sky overhead, no oceans roar
valleys and mountains are no more
sights and sounds now isolated
only the darkness has been created

no passing lane, no exits ahead 
no toll to pay, no stopping to get fed
weather conditions do not impact
must drive on, no turning back

no alternate route, no end in site
no left turns, no red light
slowing down will take too long
keep the speed, drive on

gas tank lighter, miles to go
tires are hot, ready to blow
flashers don’t light, horn is weak
engine light shows, maybe oil leak

cell phone missing, cannot text
now you know, you’ve been hexed
it’s been real, such a jerk
just another day, going to work
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Mchattie Avatar
April 6, 2019 at 12:26 PM
The drive to work is never good. When I was in L.A. They called the freeway, the world's longest parking lot.
Pederson Avatar
April 6, 2019 at 2:00 PM
on east coast we park in the driveway and drive on the parkway. we have 4-5 miles backups everyday on our main interstate highway. all going to work. hope you have a decent ride now.. thanks
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