Highway

I'm sitting here watching the highway of life. I can see all the people pass by with their problems and promises. Nobody is the same, but everybody is held together by their diversity. In truth I feel apart from them, because I am the only one watching; I am the only one on the outside. Quietly I ponder the many who pass, the young, the old, the strong, the weak. I think to myself "I am so glad I am not a part of the menagerie: the medly of failures and disappointments we call life." But I am so wrong.

The light turns green and I join the surge of people.

Now I am on the highway too.