The wheels of time roll through the world with triumphant speed,
never stopping rolling faster, as every year passes faster.
The fear of getting old scares even the most liberal of thinkers.
Sinking into a depressed state of mind sometimes forgetting to use the blinkers.
Passengers along for the ride get off at there stops and leave the driver to keep on rolling with out a destination, or a clue where the end of the road is? so the driver just keeps picking up new customers to take on a ride through this world knowing he, or she, too will get off at there stop.
Drifting, coasting, bragging, boasting,.......who has what? who has the most?
The driver just coasts through life, because time stands still for the driver,
But the passengers memory of the driver will one day be a ghost that haunts the roads.
The driver coasts.