Something Concrete and Bland
Something soft and dark blankets the skyline
as you drive downhill and free
past something concrete and bland
lit up so you can see
and all the little man-made stars light the way
and maybe it feels like home but you don't know why
there's a stretch of asphalt with little debris
clears the way so you can see
past the curve and down to old road
rocky and cracked, pavement coming free
your impatience is overcome by warm permanence
the moon in its motions, tired and waning
is sending you a reflection
image reversed
of days past, days to come
all hidden in the sun
maybe you change, maybe not
if your future serves you, then fine
rather that your future serves something you love