Cars fly by on the highway,becoming nothing but blurs.
They race to one place or another,some don't even have anywhere to go.
They just go unknowingly to where they think they will be more happy.
The blurs cease to exist,trading all there freedoms for more fuel to nowhere.
They try to escape there life by going on meaningless trips to nowhere
never going home to where they belong and be truly happy.
People in these cars cease to have any real contact with the world relying on technology
They've traded the joys of hearing laughter and the rhythm of a good conversation for meaningless text and acronyms.
They've ceased to be people at all.
The world became drones only focused on there next trip to nowhere.
No people walk the earth only drones in their cars, becoming blurs...
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC
Cars fly by on the highway,becoming nothing but blurs.
They race to one place or another,some don't even have anywhere to go.
They just go unknowingly to where they think they will be more happy.
The blurs cease to exist,trading all there freedoms for more fuel to nowhere.
They try to escape there life by going on meaningless trips to nowhere
never going home to where they belong and be truly happy.
People in these cars cease to have any real contact with the world relying on technology
They've traded the joys of hearing laughter and the rhythm of a good conversation for meaningless text and acronyms.
They've ceased to be people at all.
The world became drones only focused on there next trip to nowhere.
No people walk the earth only drones in their cars, becoming blurs...
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