The Motorway
When driving on the motorway
all that I can see
is lots of little demons
racing after me.
Lorries, vans and smaller cars
all stepping up the pace
instead of coming home from work
you'd think they're in a race.
Beside the road are lots of fields
and lovely views to see
but all that fills the drivers thoughts
is overtaking me.
They speed along the motorway
regardless of their load
it seems man's like an animal
when let loose on the road.
There's signposts, flashing lights and symbols
all along the road
but every man for himself
is now the highway code.
If travelling by motorway
is something you must do
be sure you can control your car
don't let it control you.
Copyright © Norman Littleford | Year Posted 2006
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