Life in rearview mirror
Things become distant as you drive
Prickly doubts invade skin
Did you do wrong, did you do right
Did you mean anything to anyone?
Was your life worthwhile?
Pictures of days goneby
Floats in on the wings of butterflies
Now they are here, beauty and sorrow
And, then they vanish into the wild
Images start to fade
Still you see them so vivid
Trying hard to recall did those really happen
Or, is your mind playing tricks?
Driving to catch the future
Somewhere it punches so hard
Future is a figment of dream
Present is but a fleeting glimpse
We only create our past
Past piles up like hill
Car starting to fall apart
Curious but afraid,
It will find the junkyard
Where it will have to breathe its last