Shaded trails of asphalt filled promise
And I saw how those promises diminish
Like the red cars that pass, I am in the way
And my marvellous thoughts easily decay.
Flashing bands of what has mattered
By impatient, ill bred cretins in well catered
Four wheeled drives impressed by might,
With little though for others, or what is right.
Ignoring they tried to push me out of the way
But I pushed time in one end of today.
Patiently I spur my horseless carriage on
Wondering if this time, I will see the dawn
Before I have to turn round and head on back
Or attempt to get off, and take another tack.
Suddenly I'm free and can move at my pace
Brooding cameras prevent the thought of race.
What heat there was is now a flowing breeze
And the clear road ahead only serves to tease.
None too soon, a leafy street comes into sight
Then I am home finally for a quiet night.