I won’t get anywhere faster than you
Just look at the yellow lights blinking at you
The honking of horns is such a sound racket
For breaking traffic laws, you will land with a ticket
Motorway warriors weaving in and out of lanes
Using their hearts instead of their brains
Those motorway lights, move quickly out of sight.
What tales can they tell? What joys and what hell?
Those motorway lights shine on tarmac to let drive.
The drivers you can’t see. Could be you or could it be me?
Those motorway lights cut deep into the night.
Where lives unnoticed pass by. Could be where dreams live and die.
Those motorway lights hide peoples lives behind screens with eyes.
As a car goes by a life untouched by your hand or your eye.
Those motorway lights move so close as they drive by.
But, so far away from the lives inside. May never meet or even lock eyes.
It’s so strange to think driving at night, there may as well be no one behind the wheels of those motorway lights.
quick brown urban fox
dodges howling hounds from hell
crossing motorway
Oh look a tantric tangerine slice is walking in high heels with a melon man. Moody mouldy men make monetary meals. And who can eat a coin with a note anyway? Swilled down with a cup of golden nugget juice? Great isn't it? Wow. It is in every endeavour of a particular partridge that a feather forms a quill. And quills are neither queens, quotes, nor questionable questions. They are in fact a sight that is rarely seen. And a duck bomb dive into a sea is an airbed for the head chef on board an ocean cruise liner. And that is it. Great. No ha no x no z. Transmitters translating tasks taken. And a globule of fat from a loin of salmon in a salon having a great hairdo. Peanut peanut pop pop pop. And a little wafer smiling in an ice cream cup. Globalization
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.
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