I never noticed
the shapes of headlights
that race across the room
like greyhounds
as cars pass.

The shapes sit
only for a moment
then roam anxiously
along the brick
and disappear in the corner.

A contrasting scene
of stagnation
and restlessness
painted across the walls
as cars pass.

Maybe I should leave
the blinds open more
often as I attempt
and most likely fail
to dream.