Staying in the fast lane,
Concentrating only on
What was right in front,
He had no time at all,
And no inclination either,
To even wonder
What he was missing
On the right, the left,
and behind….
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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Good write Fred.
Thanks so much, orchidee! But you better stay on the fast lane, don't let KP pass you!!!
Sounds like advice on the proper way to ride a motorcycle? Just kidding. Fine metaphor on how not to live one's life! It usually takes one a while to figure that out. Good poem, Fred!
Thanks Louis, as far as the motorcycle is concerned, that's a whole different ballgame. Yes, you may be using the fast lane, but as you and any other motorcycle rider knows, on a bike you have to be aware of everything around you, front, side, and back. So a motorcycle ride is more like meditation, reflection, mind over matter, maybe even a state of Zen. 🙂 🙂
And don't forget to notice oil slicks on the road ... learned that the hard way!
Great writing Fred. A lot of people takes the fast lane. I never. I enjoy the ride.
Thanks Malu,
Sometimes when you take the fast lane you end up somewhere and have no idea how you got there.
Deep and thoughtful Really nice poem Fred
Thanks so much, WL, your comment is much too kind, but nevertheless appreciated.
Very relatable, great piece!
Thank you poetboy. Sometimes it might be better to ride a moped and avoid the freeway.
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