Monday, August 4, 2008

Freeway Flashes

Glimpses
Of places
Of people
And their lives
Where do we go from here?
Counting cars
Wondering
Where are we going?
Where are they going?
Feel the miles pile up
Gas is killing me
But I'm still wondering
How's their life?
Is it
Any better than mine?
Wanna trade?
My vision is blocked
By trees
By cement
I get only glimpses
How many lives has it been?
I'm just wondering
Is it any better?

1 comment:

Jane Opal said...

I find myself wondering that at random moments, too. Who are these people? Where are they going? Where are they coming from? What's on their mind right now? Are they happy? Depressed? Preoccupied? Bored?

Key/Legend

word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming