Thousands of people
Pile in
Making their way, taken their way

You're so smart, it kills me
I'm excited by the bustle
And dangerous tides

Highways lead to cities
Guided by headlights
Driving and driving
Like lava, flowing on manmade rock

Tired and hungry, I'm thirsty for money

Does the trip end when I say?
Cities and cities and miles away

I love it when I rhyme by mistake
I hate it as well, I hate what you sell

I'm tired
Take me home
You can sleep me away
Thank you, sir. I appreciate the kind words. I will try and return the favor by visiting that link in your sig and posting a reply.