Stop light after stop light. Stops me right in my tracks. It's a cruel game of hit or miss. Growing and spreading, we've got ourselves surrounded. It's this daily grind I find myself dreading. The picture we see falling into place is not the vision upon which it was founded. To escape would take all of me, plus endless amounts more. You can continue on as far past the now distant sky line as desired, but you'll only end up in the same place as you started. It just goes by a different name.