A Perspective In Time Poem by Nancy Trembley

I'm driving my car down a road.
A road, I've driven so many times in the past
But today I'm seeing an aspect
That I've never noticed.
As the sun is flickering through the trees
As I pass by, the seconds ticking,
Houses, people and things.
I'm daydreaming thinking that my car is like life
Traveling through time.
I see everything passing me by.
I could put on my turn signal and pull over.
I could just sit in the moment and ponder.
But, then all those cars behind me
Would pass by me into the future.
Leaving me here on the side of the road
In stasis, in the past.
When human beings don't have stuff to face us
We become limited and half @ss.
The thing about human beings, we're not wired for pause,
We're driven to drive, to keep going forward.
It's not in our nature to linger for long.
And, although no matter what we do,
Time moves on waiting for no one.
Occasionally there are a few of us
That may sit upon our hands.
But what I would tell the aliens
Is that we are more likely to quickly,
Drive directly into the eye of the storm.