It's 3 am, late at night
Early morning if you prefer
Driving, running all red lights
Speeding, empty, all a blur.
It's wet outside and it has rained
Constellations comprised of watered light
My windshield speckled, watered, stained
A blurry world, but starry sight.
Shadowed objects in the street
Show themselves in silhouette
First glace I took, and in my seat
Creatures, beings, strongly set.
Faded streams of objects passing
Reflected lines, undemensioned
Limit of speed, I seem surpassing
A world of unknown, unintentioned.
Finally home, but not forgotten
The world I saw at such a time
And even though I was begotten
I'll always view it as a sublime.