The Motorway

The lines on the road show us the way
Marking where we should go
As we cut our way through the dark
To keep us on the straight and narrow

The arrows push us forward
Driving us to our destinations
There will be plenty more journeys
That will give us these fixations

But is there not another path
Where there is sea and sky
Quiet towns and birds
Where we could stop a while
To wonder at the view
And not to hurry by?