Whilst you drove the forsaken road
Through darkest night with heavy load
Wishing you were in your bed
With heavy eyes that felt like lead
Empty road you wished it was
Fear of drivers fight and cuss
If they'd relax and give some room
Wed not feel seconds from our doom
Wed get to our destination I'm sure as fast
And put the nightmare in the past
Motorway driving snarls and rage
Don't they realize each days a page
In the book of life's history
Why the rush remains a mystery
Short story or novel we can choose
Slow the pace or simply loose
Drivers talking mobiles calling
Radios blaring engines stalling
Sirens screeching down the hard shoulder
Chasing after someone so much bolder
Buses filled with children bright
Resisting temptation to start a fight
Pulling faces through the window
Wishing their heads were still on the pillow
Speed lights flashing overhead
Queues at junction shouts in red
Danger speed kills signs a plenty
But alas we're crawling doing twenty
See the reps in their company car
Jacket hanging, briefcase stands ajar
Checking watches, can't be late
Meetings, deadlines so much at stake
Arctic lorries huge and towering
Exhaust fumes so overpowering
Please don't stop them slipping through
Can't give way they are bigger than you
Minis, BMW's Vauxhalls there are many
Sports cars, people carriers ten a penny
Some are flashy and bright sparkling new
Sadly mine is rusty, dirty and no longer blue
Travel blues, or motorway rage
Feel as if we locked in a cage
If folks would calm down I'm sure you'd agree
The road would be safer for the likes of you and me
So at last the journey is over safe and sound
We've arrived where’er we were bound
For an hour or maybe ten
Till we start the process all over again
