Landscape

The miles quickly pass Landscapes of experience Warm lights flickering From the crowded town Life appears to be complete But the doors are shut No one knows for sure What the people are doing It is all so still The cars whizzing past Turned heads grab a quick look-see Is life better there? The fleeting moment Conjures false realities Thoughts are scattering The steady rain falls The lights on the road are blurred I must watch my step The miles ahead call Landscapes of experience Warm lights flickering