Sitting in my lonely state

Sitting in my lonely state;
Surrounded by a sea
Of automotive miscreants
That honk and swear at me.

The hours pass as I wait still
In my carriage of apathy;
My patience growing thinner
As my gas gauge reads empty.

The sun hangs low out in the sky
Like a fire in my eyes,
I hold my hand to ward it off
And then my engine dies.

Stranded in the wilderness,
I contemplate my fate;
A million cars just passing by
And all I do is wait.