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.