concrete speed white dash dash dash dash dash signs read Jesus John 3:3 160 miles to cincinati 148 miles to cincinatti 150 miles to cincinatti dash dash dash concrete concrete I have lost my creativity the highway has ****** it from me i see only sterile ruins of what was once great and beautiful but is now trash on the side of the road void of spirit or character Where am I? Who am I? What am I? What have we become? Why have we made life into such an inorganic jungle of cold fear desperation hollowness? Why have we destroyed what we were given and created a jail? A mental physical jail where we have all become strangers. We are foreigners in our own land we dont know where we came from we dont know where we are going but we just keep going and going and going will the highway ever end? it won't because we will continue to build it faster than we can drive faster than the fast food we eat along the way