June 16, 2007

Truckin

by: EJ

The red glare from passing tail-lights,

Curiosity strikes once again,

Who are they and whats their story,

Where is this journey taking them,

Each to his own exit,

Changing lanes is simple second nature,

So many paths intertwined,

Non-stop merging and yielding,

There are those who cut it close to live dangerously,

A little excitement,

To drown out the mind-numbing sound of the road,

Unfortunately some never make it to their destination,

But the pace moves on nevertheless,

Continuously in motion,

Its a matter of being driven to keep going,

Or be run over and left to rust,

There will be plenty of detours along the way,

Hopefully some road trips of a lifetime,

We'll all come to a dead end someday,

But in the meantime,

There are infinite roads waiting to be explored,

I hope when we cross paths,

On one of these old dirt back roads,

That we'll both wave,

As if to say keep on truckin,

Theres still more out there to enjoy,

Good luck.