cruise the right lane to arch leftward
in rear-view mirror – a life of one’s own
neither signpost dares scream “yield”
shall we transcend the road we lay on?
night lights on throughout the sunset
warmer your shadow than any human
a soft-spoken figure’s mirage
is what I cannot see real truth, then?
sad command of radio tunes
and of medications I long to be absolved
windshield wipers cleanse my memory
why children like me have their minds dissolved?
they say we’re mosaics of those that we meet
when all glass shatters, which pieces are we?
it is you who earned the license
wrapped a seatbelt round my neck
navigated in my absence
driver’s passive influence