Car Ride Thoughts

On this car ride over,

I ponder all my thoughts.

What's the point of living,

If in the end we all just rot?

Is it to be successful?

Or even change the world?

Or is it just time for us, 

To keep our beings swirled?

Is all this in a plan?

To battle and fight?

Can't we all just become one?

Not distinguished, black or white.

I feel as if we came here,

Unwelcomed at the door.

We aren't fighting for existence.

We are fighting for the "more".

Yes I know it's quite bumpy,

The road of thoughts shall go.

But that's what my mind thinks of,

When I ponder out the window.