Evolving through decades of panic

in chariots metal, gas powered and manic.

Revolving through rotaries and underpasses,

screaming profanities out at the masses.

Paying for fuel, often waiting in lines.

Driving too fast and then paying the fines.

It’s time to rethink our means of transportation.

We get nowhere fast in our life’s destination.

We turn the sky grey and then sing of the blues.

The future’s a dead end with nothing to choose.

They talk infrastructure, of bridges and roads,

without mentioning they are outdated modes.

The obvious resort is limiting travel.

But no court in this land will handle that gavel.

We’re stuck in this fossil fuel loop ’til we die.

The future might laugh at us, wondering why.

And what, in the end, may redeem our behavior?

Alien technology. That’s our savior.