Lately I’ve noticed,
As I stare out almost zombie like,
A beautiful silhouette over the clouds,
As the moon drenches the night sky,
That these moments,
In this dirty driver’s seat,
Are some of the only moments to myself.
There is a promise in the air,
That a day is done,
And home is around the corner,
Leaving mistakes and successes behind me,
Hopefully lost in my dust,
An ache in my worn out feet,
A pain in my empty stomach,
And a rippling sensation in my shoulder,
All reminders of a job done,
As the car purrs,
On that darkened road,
In these silent moments,
Spent alone,
While thoughts of the future,
And regrets,
And promises,
Play passenger.