I think I should be looking forward this morning,

Through that bright windscreen already,

Which is somehow dirty and blurred,

And darn it; I am out of washer fluid again.

And late for work.

 

Of course the sun is right in my eyes,

And not sure if I paid that bill or not yet.

So, I glance in the rear view mirror,

And though smaller, it seems more interesting today,

road disappearing behind me,

But nevertheless felt like it just happened.

 

Years ago.