Lately my life has felt like the passing lane on the highway.
Everything is going so quickly I barely get to enjoy the scenery.
At least I'm getting better at talking to the people in the car with me.
Except sometimes I still feel like they barely know my name.

I think I'm running out of gas though.
But I was going so fast I didn't catch the last road sign telling me how much farther till the next station.
All I know is I'm too far ahead to turn around.

I guess I could always get out and push.
Maybe the people with me will help me out if I ask.
Maybe I'll get better at asking.