I am walking down a busy road, a car is approaching
The horn is blaring, I can’t hear a thing.
The bright lights glaring, I cant see anything
I should run, but I keep staring.
Around me, the familiar sites become unfamiliar
I see a nightingale sing without any fear.
In an urban city, I am surrounded by forests so near
I am back in time, in some long forgotten year.
It all comes back, and I smile
The driver looks at me – I am senile
The car comes to a halt, and i add, in style
I learn about life and its hidden guile.
If this were a dream, what is reality ?
Was it fate, or was it the work of a deity ?