The sun it blinded me from the front,
it reflected around the hill like a stunt.
The shadows stretched ahead of me,
also stretched behind I could see.
The dusk and its foolish tricks it plays,
like the dawn it\'s a part of the days.
Blinding it led the nights embrace,
quietly faded was the reflective trace.
Patiently I forged driving ahead,
making it home,
supper,
then into my bed.