Trying the writing thing again...

Driving down this empty highway,
I catch a glimpse of joy.
Kids laughing and jumping,
Cheer that no man could destroy.

Blinded by innocence the survive each day,
Paragons of righteousness
Unaware the value they portray.

I hear their laughter,
I see their smiles.
They can't see ahead,
They can't see their trials.

As existence pushes by,
Like a train late for its stop,
The scenery I see changes.
No more joy; No more laughter.

The chaotic fumes take hold,
And questioning spirits become bold.

I can't hear their laughter,
I can't see their smiles.
They now see ahead,
They now see their trials.

Diving through this city street,
I wonder if it ever sleeps.
Too busy to notice a little child,
Too occupied for joy.