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