Moving Lives

I like to watch the cars drive by

or see their shining lights.

The swish of their tires

The broken air 

I think about the people inside

the lives that they live. 

Where are they going?

Do they have to be there fast?

Are the simply taking a drive because they just can't stand the stress? 

Are the happy. Are the scared. 

Are they sad? Maybe their peaceful. 

Maybe the man in the small blue car

has recently been engaged. 

The thing about those cars

The way that they drive by 

You only get a moment to see 

Their quickly moving lives

But for a moment you see 

a small and simple snippet

You see the air they broke,

hear the swish of their tires on the stony road, 

see their brightly shining lights guiding their path 

all driving by your window.