Highways are Not for Living On But for Getting Somewhere

Driving down the highway, gulping in the air
Which is surging through the windows.
Spring has spread its savor through each breath
Full of purpose and sweet hope
As I look left and right for a place of rest.

I left because that place was cold and confused,
And here on the highway, You're feeding me on You.
But I'm still looking for Your hands and Your feet,
A place to connect Your body to me.
I am here waiting; I am here moving.
I don't need the colors; I don't need the lights.
I just need a place to belong.