They Drive By

They drive by
One by one
Slowly yet calmly gliding past me
So far away
Yet still causing a sort of pain,
A pain you only feel when you see something pass you by that you want to stay.

The two bridges are connected,
Yet separate.
The sky is grey,
The water is brown,
And no land is seen for miles around.

My drive is pulling me in one direction,
A direction in which I've been traveling in for many a years.
Nothing is in front of me and nothing is behind me, just me and the bridge.

The two bridges are connected,
Yet separate.
The sky is grey,
The water is brown,
And no land is seen for miles around.

I look across the water to see the other bridge,
The bridge that I envied with a passion.
The cars and trucks moved by slowly, 
Which is what I hated most about them.

They move by slow enough to see them clearly,
To see the intentions of the vehicles and where they're going,
I can see them clearly, going past me in the opposite direction.

Best friends,
Girlfriends,
Brothers,
Sister,
Parents,
I see them drive on past me, with hope in their headlights.

I stare down the road to see the faintly painted yellow bracketed  lines,
A sign that I could always change the direction of my journey. 
It will be hard,
It will take time,
But it can change.
The nature of my journey is unknown as well as the destination and the starting point,
but the journey I will change, 
The journey I will have to change,
will lead me somewhere far away, far enough to make a difference in the road we all travel on.