Solar

If I try really hard, and look past the blurred reflections
Of myself in the slanted window, I can pretend
I'm someone else, someone I don't know,
Someone who basks in affection,
Like a sunrise which never ends,
A sunset which pretends, to stop when you turn away,
And wait for you return until it starts the night,
And ends your days.

I could imagine a change, that the flickering streetlight,
Which usually shines down upon the glittering pavement,
It's appetite wet by the previous drizzle, but now it's expecting,
All the liquid silver that the cracks are collecting,
So what once felt so whole is waiting in vain,
As the imperfections are clogged up with pain.

It's orange glow strikes through the black,
A shadow-curtain drawn by my hands across the sky,
I count the clouds as they pass me by,
They can be anything; a hand, a heart, but too soon to start
Thinking about thinking, can't bear to let my eyes start blinking,
In a second everything could stop, my dreams could fall apart.

I can vaguely make out the white striped lines,
Against the tarmac they stand proud,
The higher the go the more time it takes,
For me to guess where they'll end up,
And I wonder aloud, if I could just
Use my brakes, and hope that I'm allowed
To slip and slide endlessly on the ludicrous idea
That you and I could perhaps dance to the sound,
Of the rhythms of the rain,
And turn my life around,
So I'm facing forwards again.