The Interstate.

A Great American Dream.

A winding snake through truck stops and barren lands,

Suburban waste.

The quickest way when you gotta go.

A worthy contender

It can wither your soul,

Show you how small you really are

And for that I love it.

The opposite of my ideals:

Maximization, globalization,

Automobiles and commercials;

Slinky tourist traps

And they willingly fall into

BUt it is so necessary to my existence.

A teacher.

The cold world passes you by

As you wait for that comforting flash of light

To take you a little further.