A Road

Shuttling along

with blinking lights and

commotion, my sight shifts

from the metallic rectangles that

rumble anonymously in-front and behind,

to the branches that shoot

upwards, a fence

of skeletal, centipede trees that have

been pruned to make room

for the bustling life of the road.

Yet, as I speed by, they

continue to grow,

gasping for the glow

that lurks behind heavy clouds

of smoke

and forgotten realities.

What is more alive, I wonder,

the screeching of rubber wheels,

the engines of fleeting humanity,

or the silent defiance of something tamed,

stretching towards the sun.