What A Drive

What a drive it's been

A mile down the road

How different life looks

From here to there

Half a mile away

I saw people breaking their backs

Trying to find their lives

Where they lay ruined

Yet here there's laughter

With nothing amiss

As though through innocence

People are blind

To a mile down the road

A different race is being run

Here people empty their pockets

On drink, food and tea

There they empty their houses

Of all they possess

Here we're involved in the chase

Not for what has been lost

But what might be won

Not to say life doesn't go on

Just doesn't seem right

Here it moves fast

While a mile down the road

Nothing will last

Knowing it's the way of the world

That some will thrive

While others merely survive

Makes acceptance no easier

Of what a drive it's been

And that how life is viewed

Depends solely upon

From where it's been seen