Driving in the dark,
Headlights on the road ahead,
Black night lies beyond.

My world is the car,
In the warmth of the cabin,
The instrument's glow.

The headlight's beam shows
The road streaming by smoothly
In endless long lines.

A tunnel of light,
Hypnotic pairs of cats-eyes
Curving towards me

Resonating with
The engine's harmonic drone,
Mesmerising me.

Night in the mirror,
And ahead beyond the light,
The unknown darkness.

Existence draws in,
To the road in the light's beam,
And inside the car.

The present moment,
Of the car and the lit road,
Is all that exists.

Driving in the dark,
Our cars never leave the light,
Stay in the present.

The rest is darkness,
There is no past or future,
Just imaginings.

Everyone exists
In the light of the present,
Driving in the dark.