On the highway, traffic moves
Or not, at varied paces,
Crawling ‘til the road improves
Or fast, as if in races.
If cars and giant trucks may ride,
Then nerves might well be quaking,
For crazy drivers zip beside
With barely any braking.
Construction, oft a road trip bane,
Crops up when things are flowing,
With big equipment in the lane
Where cars must now be slowing.
If you’re lucky, GPS
Can redirect your driving,
Or, if not, you’ll feel the stress
For hours past arriving.
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