Freeway


Purple and yellow and orange spots
On a green hill.
Growing growing growing
Where will and determination
Are the only ones pushing them
To keep going.
Where the sky tries to stop them,
And Earth cannot help them
And green lines can only walk beside them
Facing the hardships they do.
Where black sits beside them
Pulling sky down upon them,
Those beautiful spots,
Smothering them.
Where black brings the grey
Cloudy, smoky sky
To choke those pretty spots.
Where we are the only ones
That can drive the black
And not care for the death of the
Purple and yellow and orange spots.

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