A road can not take you anywhere, for it does not move
Did you think it metaphoric or sardonic?
Another mocking asphalt scar,
Reveling in the distance it spans, but has yet to travel.
Road rage, I can not understand, for I have never even heard it complain.
Once, it called to me, told me what to do, but I would not yield.
Clever or sophomoric, such a fine and single white line
Languishing between the excess of the unneccesary and the facade of enough
If you take the road less traveled, do not stop for directions
Ask if you must, the maker of her own path, for they will certainly tell you where to go
Misanthropical, covetous or a moment of Zen?
Seeking not to be sheep, you become the lost sheppard on someone else's road
This sign has sharp edges! An actual sign!
Helping people understand how much help they truly need
I find this the most impressive thing the road has ever offered
Still, the cars pull over to see if it lies
Rest stop ahead, I find that a horrible philosophy
Oasis over there! Retire and Die! But first trudge this much further...
Urinals of empty toil and truckers seeking entertainment await you, weary traveler
Never forget to comprehend the sign, for it might just translate
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