On the Highway

On the highway, traffic moves Or not, at varied paces, Crawling ‘til the road improves Or fast, as if in races. If cars and giant trucks may ride, Then nerves might well be quaking, For crazy drivers zip beside With barely any braking. Construction, oft a road trip bane, Crops up when things are flowing, With big equipment in the lane Where cars must now be slowing. If you’re lucky, GPS Can redirect your driving, Or, if not, you’ll feel the stress For hours past arriving.