“Highway with No Exits (Hibur)”

 

“Highway with No Exits (Hibur)”

The road has no more exits, no place left to turn,

Every sign just says “Continue” while the engines burn.

The engine of ego is overheating fast,

Red lines on the dashboard screaming from the past.

The world kli is cracking right down the seam,

Not in the headlines, but inside the dream.

Systems collapsing we thought were strong,

Now even our pleasures don’t last too long.

We’re all in the same car, shoulder to shoulder,

Different accents, same weight getting colder.

Different stories, different names,

But the same old hunger driving the flames.

Some want to jump out, some want control,

Some blame the road, some blame the soul.

Some say it’s politics, some say it’s fate,

Some say it’s God, some say it’s too late.

But there are no more exits, no place to hide,

No hero to vote for, no pill for the ride.

No invention left that can save the day,

From how we learned to treat each other this way.

The breakdown is coming, not metal, not steel,

It’s a breakdown of meaning, of what we call real.

Not a flat tire, not a blown-out part,

It’s the emptiness growing inside the heart.

We open the trunk, searching for tools,

We find technology, data, and rules.

We find medicine, weapons, and schemes,

We find distractions and digital dreams.

But none of them fit what’s broken inside,

None of them answer the ache we hide.

Because the problem ain’t out on the road,

It’s the way we sit with the weight of this load.

Then at the bottom, under dust and rust,

Under every solution that failed our trust,

We find one tool we forgot how to use,

Not to fix the world — but to change how we choose.

Connection between broken hearts,

Not agreement, not playing smart.

Not tolerance, not smiling through pain,

But learning to feel the other’s chain.

Not love as a feeling, not love as a word,

But love as an action that’s quietly heard.

To place their lack before my gain,

To build a space where the Light can remain.

We don’t fix the engine, we change the driver,

We don’t escape, we dive in like a pearl diver,

We don’t get off, we don’t outrun,

We learn how to hold each other as one.

And when the ego runs out of fuel at last,

And the heart runs out of reasons from the past,

We discover the truth we refused to see:

The crash was the door to unity.

The breakdown was the invitation call,

The crisis was mercy dressed as a fall.

The highway had no exits, no end in sight,

Because it was never about escape — only Light.

Not to flee the world, not to be saved,

But to build the Creator in the space we made.

No more exits, no other art,

Only Hibur — between broken hearts.