The Drive
They tell us to drive, faster and faster,
Everyone is to be a master;
Some will forget, so I will now remind,
Those who are slow are always left behind.
We’re driving up a never ending hill,
Chasing the promise of an absent thrill;
The minimum gets higher and higher
The need becomes so incredibly dire.
Some are driving, driving the road so bright,
The future is so close, yet not in sight;
Then there are others with a certain mark,
Who feel like they are driving through the dark.
Some people see what’s wrong, and wish to stop,
Even so, these people fear that same drop;
In the end we keep driving anyway,
I don’t know why, and who is to say?
Well maybe, just maybe, those in the dark
See the stars on this journey they embark;
Because you must look for that hidden hope,
On this road of a slippery slope.
And I hope on this road there is more dust
Behind you, then will be in front of us.
Because this race we are in never ends,
But a strong driver does not break, he bends.