The yellow moon bleeds illusions,
The city road distorts and bends,
I see a figure step into the street,
I hit the brakes…
But there was no one there.
I can’t seem to remember why I was here,
Where was I going,
Was I driving with no destination,
For this long?
I start the car again,
There moon Hides behind the trees,
Whatever it’s hiding from…
Should it frighten me?