Of street lamps no finite end lay,
I counted each whilst I drove away,
Each flash became a second to rest
Whilst memory becomes my saint to bless.
The hours long done send me to night
From here to new life within the light,
So that the road behind me dims to dark.
‘Cause the sound of wheels mute my mind,
Your voice once I knew I leave behind,
An echo through my spine shakes my hand,
Focusing not, I could never understand
Why you’d bother trying to call me here,
For I’m free to choose without you not near.
And that I am dying to say these final words,
My heart compresses; I can never look backwards,
Every vein of blood shrinks no eyes can tell,
All the past becomes a single marble I fell
For darkness acclaim no hand can never reach.
So when I take the call, I am hence to teach.