Flowing outward, upward, onward,
Scenes are blurred and slurred by time.
Super highways, gravel farm lanes –
Seamless, weaving, intertwined.
Marking progress, not in distance
But in milestones of lives led.
Places passed are places past
And stories told extol the dead.
Doubling back along a passage,
Sometimes merging at a crawl.
Rubbernecking at a slowdown –
Changing lanes where others stall.
No stops or rest, no destination.
Clocks move on but never chime –
Hands relentlessly in circles
Sweep the curveless arc of time.
So, gather loved ones, hold them near –
They are the seeds tomorrow sows,
And memories are melodies,
A custom mixed tape for the road.
And when the final turn’s complete,
And future’s headwinds slow the pace,
We see there is no line to finish.
Humanity’s a relay race.
