Here in the dark I will park,
My cab and pray that it will not get blown away,
I let the engine run as I continue my search for more,
The cab then begins its journey as it suddenly contrives,
Through lightless tunnels and pouring rain on the shores,
It stops in front of a light and I’m blinded by the sheen,
I suddenly find that I am scared of what I’ve been searching for,
I figure out that I cannot take the wheel so I backpedal into the trunk,
I feel the cab start to move and I’m terrified for my life,
I peek out of the crack and see the back of a man’s head,
He claims his life depends on me so he’s helping me drive away the light that blinded my own space,
His hands are not even there and I know that he lied,
But I sit inside the trunk and plead towards the morning sun,
The cab finds it in itself to stop by the riverside,
Ignoring the man up front,
I follow the steps in the sand,
I turn around to say, “I’m walking towards the morning sun to find if my doom is washed away and all I did was completely undid.”
So I leave him in the cab as he cries out for my hand,
But I’ve found what I’ve been searching for and I don’t need his say.