By Morgan Hixson
October 4, 2018
As I drive down these roads
Each day, every night,
I look up, I look back, and
I see headlights and I see taillights
The taillights in front, the headlights behind
When they travel this life with me,
The headlights ahead and the taillights in back
When going to places I've already seen.
There might be a lesson here or there might be none,
But I do know behind each pair of lights is a someone.
He may be an old man with nothing but the past,
Or she may be a young girl nervous about class,
They could be a happy couple, but then again maybe not,
Or it might be somebody having the same thought.
Maybe they re hurting, or maybe they're fine
Maybe they've given up or maybe they're still trying.
Will I ever know, and do I really even care?
Because what do I give them but the occasional stare?
Are they in need, and if so, why?
Could I help them, should I even try?
If they're as real and loved as I am, or maybe more,
Then why is it they're so easy to ignore?
Is it because I don't know them individually
But can only speak in generalities?
The answers to these questions I may never know
But I frequently ponder them as along these roads I go
And each day, and every night,
I look up, I look back, and I see headlights and I see taillights
The opinions expressed are solely those of the author and do not necessarily represent those of Infuse Student Media or Southwest Baptist University.
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