The Night Life



Cars fly by so swiftly
On wings of wheels,
Carrying those who want to go
Somewhere,
Anywhere,
Other than here.
None will stop,
None pull over.
Not now,
Not ever.
Even if I were to wave
Frantically at them as they came,
They would not stop.
Am I to blame?
Their bright lights catch my eye,
Leaving me blinded in their wake.
Oh yes
Bright lights guide your way,
But as to what,
That person did not say.
Maybe they lead home,
Maybe Rome,
But come the end
It's here I'll stay.

viewed from here,
2'2"