We swiftly shoot past
Places that perhaps never were.
Acres of calm, green field
Become an afterthought blur.

I think I saw a daisy!
There might be lots on that land.
How might it feel
To stop moving, and stand?

Silenced birds sing
As they motionlessly fly.
They float and are lost
As the car speeds by.

The present turns to a lost past
While we ceaselessly ride.
Life is normal in here,
But time has frozen outside.

I look at the sky,
An enigmatic blue,
And wonder if to someone, somewhere,
I�m just scenery, too.