The rush

the swoosh

the sound of

cars on the freeway

disturbing the peace

that dreaded sound is everywhere

you hear it constantly

the drone of cars and trucks

hell bent on getting there

before the next guy

you can't escape that sound

the ever present noise of traffic

it permeates our existence

it has crept into our DNA

we have slowly adapted

grown used to it

like unsuspecting frogs

in a pot coming to a boil.