The Wreckage

Do you see that?
Up ahead.
The blaring lights and sounds.
There must be an accident.
Surely.
As speeders put weight on their brakes
As warned by apple red lights
The glimmer of hope arises within them.

Exit to the right.
Exit to the right.

We continue on somehow.
Through the creeping cars full of creeps themselves.
Surely with all this traffic and emergency something horrifying must have happened.
Merge.
Merge!
Merge our sick minds along together!
Pass the scene. Pass the scene!
You are free to move on! But you don’t.
To the left your head is turned.
Your right foot slowly teasing your right pedal.
Blues and Reds dancing brightly with angst. 

In circles they warned you.
And oh how you love it!
The wreckage.
Creep on by it.
Creep.