Life can be compared to so many things.
At this moment, life seems most like a highway.
On this highway of life,
the speeds vary.
Sometimes life moves full speed ahead,
eighty miles per hour.
Other times life seems to stop,
a sig-alert that feels like forever.
On this highway of life,
we are never alone.
At times we are surrounded,
it's a crowded day on this road.
Yet still others are lonely times,
like a highway at three am.
On this highway of life,
things happen.
This morning I heard of hay spilled on the freeway,
another day ago I listened of pomegranates rolling.
Different substances; different problems,
same effect: traffic.
On this highway of life,
we move on.
We grow and change and leave each place,
never forgetting where we've just been.
We move on as humans,
we keep driving on and on and on.
Life is like a lot of things
This shows that life is like a highway.
Now we're one step closer to finding the meaning of life.
Thank you for reading.
~Maria
At this moment, life seems most like a highway.
On this highway of life,
the speeds vary.
Sometimes life moves full speed ahead,
eighty miles per hour.
Other times life seems to stop,
a sig-alert that feels like forever.
On this highway of life,
we are never alone.
At times we are surrounded,
it's a crowded day on this road.
Yet still others are lonely times,
like a highway at three am.
On this highway of life,
things happen.
This morning I heard of hay spilled on the freeway,
another day ago I listened of pomegranates rolling.
Different substances; different problems,
same effect: traffic.
On this highway of life,
we move on.
We grow and change and leave each place,
never forgetting where we've just been.
We move on as humans,
we keep driving on and on and on.
Life is like a lot of things
This shows that life is like a highway.
Now we're one step closer to finding the meaning of life.
Thank you for reading.
~Maria
