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.