Seemingly Nonsensical Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Cars racing back and forth down the street, heading
for many destinations known only to their drivers.

Schedules, agendas, appointments that they are trying
to play against time.

Always in a hurry, hoping to not miss where they're
supposed to be, according to how they have planned it.

At the end of the day heading to their respective homes
to be with family.

Eating dinner, watching television, or playing with
their children.

Somehow it makes the whole day seem so nonsensical when
they could've stayed home instead.