highway turn

cruise the right lane to arch leftward

in rear-view mirror – a life of one’s own

neither signpost dares scream “yield”

shall we transcend the road we lay on?


night lights on throughout the sunset

warmer your shadow than any human

a soft-spoken figure’s mirage

is what I cannot see real truth, then?


sad command of radio tunes

and of medications I long to be absolved

windshield wipers cleanse my memory

why children like me have their minds dissolved?


they say we’re mosaics of those that we meet

when all glass shatters, which pieces are we?


it is you who earned the license

wrapped a seatbelt round my neck

navigated in my absence

driver’s passive influence

What are you looking for?