Rearview

Seated in the backseat facing tinted glass
Land sliding beneath me
Watching the earth pass

I could see all the things that I had been through
My pain the only thing
The only thing true

I saw the landscape and sharp bloody peaks
Fog between the demons
Fire that they speak

I watched as they cut through the land and the sky
Its blood as cold blue tears
Rain the cloud’s cold cry

It seemed that I hit every hill that I saw
I sat in the backseat
Hating this world’s law

Going not forward but from there to my here
I tried to avoid them
Powerless to steer

There was no wheel because I was facing back
Slipping and now sliding
On a bloody track

I had to turn and crawl to face the car’s wheel
It was numb to my touch
My heart would not feel

I saw before me minefields from long ago
Buried in cold winter
Underneath red snow

I was scared at what I had to now drive through
Staring at death’s face
Missing my rearview

The past behind the future present I saw
I wasn’t going to run
Into a dark claw

I tried to miss the red hills but couldn’t veer
The car went on its course
It’s not mine to steer

It was then that I think that I understood
The front left drivers seat
Made of solid wood

So I sat and looked at what I couldn’t see
The person at the wheel
Knew where to lead me