Interstate 333

The road to redemption

Long and rocky

Those who go to find it

Drive hundreds of miles

And hours, looking for the next exit

Many have taken detours,

Asked for directions

Have gotten stranded

And others lost

And have turned back

“It’s nearly impossible to find”

They say, but it’s not

Follow the mountains

Lined up against one another

Let them be your guide

There you will find an old man

Who owns a diner along the way

If you ask how to get there

He would simply reply,

“You’re already there.”