You're standing on the edge of the highway
Cars are passing you by
Each car is a manifestation of your thoughts
Some are fast
a thought that leaves as quickly as it enters
Some are moderate
the thoughts that make you think for a short while, before leaving you once again
Very few are stopped
These are your lingering thoughts. They are the ones that never seem to go away. They are the ones that are most broken of all.
They too will pass
And slowly Very slowly But eventually
All the cars will disappear
And you will have no thoughts
For why you're still standing there
You almost wish that the cars would come back. Or maybe...
You'd finally decide to walk away
But you don't
Because you know...
That the safest place you could ever be
Is right there, on that highway
On the road of your thoughts.
Where everything is always moving.