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An ode to the passengers and the transport that they choose |
Passengers With sat navs set to anxious 'midst journeys, best laid, planned Rubberneck past things that count, with mice and men we stand Mice who carry onward, wishing they had changed Their route to fit distractions … detours rearranged Men who had a route mapped, yet recognised the hitch The problems driving solo, with the options that were pitched Talked broadly round the corners Screamed narrow through the straights Veering from angles, … missing turnings late Not knowing where the path leads, or even if it's yours Some wrong turns, they are others' … despite how right they draw Yet sketchy as they may be, detours have their place Winding, binding up in plans … itineraries, they race With schemes so stacked, and rotas slammed, and schedules delayed Bound and gagged, in traffic... jammed, with indecisions played Circling round, roundabouts, stuck on errant loops Wondering our whereabouts, whilst stranded in our stoops Some journeys, they derail fast, that's just the way it runs Some routes work better on your own. … with passengers?... more fun? Spent, broken down, or running wild, hitching for a ride The journey is a short one, don't leave them on the side Cause when you're feeling tired, drawn it helps to share the drive Some people move us forward … they help us to arrive Lest you leave them standing... lost, abandoned by the road Someone could help them at your cost, caught low in highway codes Hung up on the where's and why's, ignoring when's and who's No guarantees they'll still be there, when finally you choose Running with the fuel low, just vapour in the tank Drove empty 'neath a street lamp's glow with gauges tired, blank With excess baggage in the boot, our gears shifted proud We all are free to map our routes Down roads that we're allowed So take the turnings that you want, at least you'll know you tried Be a man, and not a mouse … you only get one ride |