Passing by, <br />friendless creatures <br />bruied under the desert sky. <br /> <br />Unaware and <br />uncaring, <br />the one for the other, <br />they share <br />a common ambition. <br /> <br />On the roads, <br />the aluminum asylums <br />amplify the <br />pains <br />while we drive on.<br /><br />Colin Pickett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/point-of-view-from-a-rest-stop/
