Cars hiss by my window (cont.)
Do you ever wonder where that person has been
Where they are going to
What there future is to hold for them
And will it ever affect me or my loved ones
The people I pass in the street
Guess their story usually give them grief
But im sure that have had the best of lives
More good than bad times
The roar of the motorbike
Gets dogs rattled like the postie
Making so much noise they can
Be heard for miles around
One end to the other of town
The Harleys and Ducatis
The bikers bike with high handle bars
The moustache to match
The torn leather pants and jacket
A symbol of previous escapades too close to the road
Shows macho and toughness throughout
Probably nicknamed ‘the lucky leather’
The sound of tyres on tarmac
A little like the crash of waves
Constant and unobtrusive
Sometimes elegantly racing the track
On their way to work or movies or plays
They rotate and turn forwards
They look like they race backwards
Just like a mind in space
They pass buildings and forests
Cross junctions and fast flowing rivers
I only see them for a split second
Who knows where the tyres will screech to a halt
All those cars that hiss by my window today
Who knows where they will be tomorrow
