405

Oh, the 405
giving me refuge, a breather
five miles without
service
traffic is a gift to the workaholic
So take me road, take me and all my 
glory
take the laughter and the pain
take my lessons on my prius 
and my dreams of owing a tesla one day
then it will be just me and the 
road
without wheels
or any reason to be
driving here or
anywhere
After all, i was given
FEET
i better use them
walk until there is no more ground beneath me
walk until i get to where i once was going
walk until the earth opens wide and swallows me 
whole
walk until the 405 is nothing but a 
memory
of a time spent on the road
with dozens other cars
when it rains in Los Angeles
waiting for the sun to come 
and for the road to clear
i should have known i could have 
taken off my shoes 
and run barefoot
the whole way
run barefoot 
all the way
​home.