Circles in a Rearview mirror

The earth turns round and round,

While riding on a long open road, breathing.

Hands stretched out the window in a setting sun,

Looking in my rearview mirror at a grey life wasted.

People don’t want to hear,

But some being keeps listening.

And the rest of us yearn to discover landscapes,

With red and purple sunsets, painted across the universe,

That make circles with the sun, moon, and stars.