We'Re Still Riding Poem by Patti Masterman

We're still riding lost days and nights,
Don't have a coin to pay the driver.
Scenes are passing, faces aging,
Sailing down the restless river
Nothing now can ever seem right
On the banks, other days raging..

We're riding high, on things we lost,
Trod them under, never noticing
We swallowed pride and medicine
But forgot to bring the antidote
While others had to count the cost
Of endless wheels, we keep treading..