The faces fly by
As I drive by
Their words
Don't reach me
The faces so varied
But what do they matter
Existing only in my memory .

A young man
with a fake
long white beard
sitting to the side
giving directions
that make sense
in theory.

much or few
balance is best
but hard to achieve
harder still to maintain
but worth it
I'm told

we are going
going somewhere
forwards mostly
getting ahead of myself really
but if I linger too long
I fear the passengers
will attack me.

Walk or run
if the destination
is the same
does the pace matter
it does if your racing
it's not a competition
kinda feels like one.

I love fighters
a beautiful tragedy
they battle
The way of things
by being
counter culture
or with simple bravado
and a knack for painting
I know they'll give
submit to the way
but for a while they shine
I do hope they succeed
but I don't think they will.

took the law
into vengeful hands
got back at the crooked
but never did slake
the crowds thirst for revenge
always more to punish
the vigilante provided
a personnel touch
pleased some people
others wondered
if there wasn't a better way.