The medium changed The feeling stayed the same Bickering and shoulder bruises Stopping starting game Initiation whose idea A trek to where for why Highway loss of time A neck angled away from sky Brilliant thoughts are quickly bored Under piles of glancing blurs Sponsored signs directed gaze Smelly sounds and noisy words Are we there and yet again Roadways on the beatnick ways Next time trip to loving fire Goaded not from homebound days