Living Ghosts

There are ghosts on this highway
hiding in the thickness of fog
slipping through the lanes
searching for their lost purpose

There are ghosts on this highway
peering into your windows
as you flash by in the night
trying to warn you of sharp turns

There are ghosts on this highway
hoping someone sees them
wishing for a second chance
knowing they will never find it

There are ghosts on this highway
shivering in ragged clothes
crumbled up against the curb
praying for death to soon find them