N7, M7, N7, M7, motoraway, motoraway.

Driving in the dark, dark night

an ode to utility.

Away, away from the urban sprawl

structure after structure of cold, cold usefulness.

Perfunctory warehouse, store and distributer,

functioning for our destruction

feeding our ever-growing appetite to have more,

take more, want more.

These massive, shapeless monoliths

call out from the shadows, anomalies to God’s artwork.

We are here to feed your want – all of your massive, grotesque desires.

No thought for beauty, just a function

only usefulness

gone when usefulness is gone.

The ugly side of our man-made world – getting uglier each day.

Have we not made it so?

And then I see a person, wonderfully made in your image.

Not seen as thus – as useful as a bog brush, we named her thus.

Named in amusement, framed in only the jovial, denied the affirmation of beauty.

Used and then gone

a look of longing

faded as I faded away.

M7, N7, M7, N7, mortaway, mortaway.

Drive on then, drive on

past these cold heartless constructs.

Away, away from all this consumption at pace.

Look to the rising sun

embrace a future filled with amazing, astonishing, astounding grace.