I saw a box of styrofoam cups Split open on the freeway Dropped and demolished by trucks Brake lights blossomed but no one stopped The floating white shards looked like seagulls Dipping and diving on an open artery And I crushed them with my car Into tinier and tinier bits that floated away into the sun (That would one day make it to my bloodstream) Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going?