The Highway...

The Highway always narrows no matter how straight it looks, three lanes become just two, then one and in the mania we miss our exit. There are pot holes, bumps and cracks and men with hard orange hats using their arms for their mouths that tell you to re-route, you can't pass here- Unless you're someone who knows someone who holds rank o'er the file, you might be privileged to pass on by and negotiate the ride of your life should you chose to remain on this road. There are signs of caution, warning, to proactively safeguard you, yet- accidents, tragedy, injury, death, most caused by mal-decision, or an ego trip gone very wrong- in our haste to get ahead of the pack. Texting, speed and rage, just like email, greed and haste similar terms....similar turns; The Highway... not so different from Life, is it now? FjR-MMXVI