What a Drive

What a drive it’s been A mile down the road How different life looks From here to there Half a mile away I saw people breaking their backs Trying to find their lives Where they lay ruined Yet here there’s laughter With nothing amiss As though through innocence People are blind To a mile down the road A different race is being run Here people empty their pockets On drink, food and tea There they empty their houses Of all they possess Here we’re involved in the chase Not for what has been lost But what might be won Not to say life doesn’t go on Just doesn’t seem right Here it moves fast While a mile down the road Nothing will last Knowing it’s the way of the world That some will thrive While others merely survive Makes acceptance no easier Of what a drive it’s been And that how life is viewed Depends solely upon From where it’s been seen