Diary of a Poet

Expressway

All these people on the expressway,
Rushing past without delay.
We share the same path for a while,
Each with our own unique style.

Some speed ahead, others fall behind,
But in the end, we all will find
Our own way to our own destination,
A journey that defies explanation.

Like childhood friends we come and go,
Each with stories only we know.
The road we travel is a metaphor,
For life's twists and turns, and so much more.

Time flies by at an alarming rate,
So let's not rush, but appreciate
The beauty of the present moment,
Before it becomes a distant fragment.

So take a moment to look around,
For soon enough, we'll be bound
To different roads, different places,
Leaving behind familiar faces.

But remember, this road we share,
Is a reminder to handle with care
The fleeting moments that we find,
For in the blink of an eye, they're left behind.