The car proceeds over this old thoroughfare,
spreading its limbs to the night firmament.

Droplets pour down from the onyx sky,
reaching out one at a time.

Curveball slips through to the catcher behind,
makes drowning inevitable, causes you to go blind.

Losing sight of the main point,
grasping for dear life - but is there a point?

Globules create life through the cracks of the road,
Through these cracks daffodils still bloom.

Sunlight shines through into the car
Don’t take for granted the chance called life.

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