Life was like that sometimes:
Like a thick sheet of rain
Over your car's windshield.
The world clear, but blurred
Beyond recognition.
The thing that you want most
So close, yet so unclear
You walk the slick pavement
Slipping, sliding, tripping
Into uncertainty.
Rain drops fragment the glass
A mixed-up mosaic
Of a landscape once-known
Is it you who's differ'nt?
Or is it I who changed?
I walk the water-logg'd
Path back to the only
Roadway I know by heart.
I slam the door and drive.
I drive t'you every time.