The freeway is full

cars fleeing the city for the suburbs

but the suburbs are also full of cars

crisscrossing

intersecting

crashing

all have somewhere to go

someplace they have to be

all in a hurry

but the rush hour is not rushed

it is slow as molasses

all the roads are full

the parking lots full

the driveways full

we wait in lines

backed up for miles

it's bumper to bumper

wall to wall

try the side roads

but they are also full

try the left lane

the right lane

try the access road

cars upon cars

lining the streets

metal on metal

no place to go

bikes & scooters

fads that went sour

the lake is full

the sidewalks littered

we have to get home but

we can't go home again

we are backed up

into the future.