stars overlook this place

stars overlook this place
where highways meet
night sky
begins to wonder --
why these stacked cars
in curved lines,
lights blaring into the rear
of each one in front?
why these hotels and motels?
why these restaurants?
why these stars?
why these questions,
this ceaseless dodging
of honest answers?
why was I born into mediocrity,
raised in limp denial of self?
why have I come here
for the velvet sky to tell me
"we are out of excuses,
you must now answer
for yourself"?