Cars

I watch the cars drive by all going somewhere for some purpose or set destination unknown to me. A brief second caught within my sight then passed quietly and quickly on their way. For a moment though I catch a short glimpse of blank faces, thoughtfully scanning the road forward. They are always in a rush hurried tires touching the road barely leaving an imprint that would mark they were here. I wonder where they're going oblivious of my watching contemplating their needs to shop, to drive, to go anywhere but home. A weekend doesn't slow the pace like a job at work, they're busy obsessed with doing something, missing what they have looking for more.