The highway is gray and humming below
And the world is passing my window.

A world I don’t know, but exists all the same
People I don’t know by face or name

They don’t notice me, or they don’t let it show.
I’ll never learn who they are, this much is so.

I’m not above nor under the people I pass
Not in the physical or even in class

We are all the same on the highway called life.
It’s my prayer that the stranger’s path is free from strife.

And the road stays clear
Free of danger or fear.