Life was like that sometimes:

Like a thick sheet of rain

Over your car's windshield.

The world clear, but blurred

Beyond recognition.

The thing that you want most

So close, yet so unclear

You walk the slick pavement

Slipping, sliding, tripping

Into uncertainty.

Rain drops fragment the glass

A mixed-up mosaic

Of a landscape once-known

Is it you who's differ'nt?

Or is it I who changed?

I walk the water-logg'd

Path back to the only

Roadway I know by heart.

I slam the door and drive.

I drive t'you every time.