A super dramatic set of bright headlights in the rain on black tarmac
A furtive look through the window at this concept of another life which keeps turning its head away
It won’t look back just forward at only one possibility
In the sea of infinite trillions there are
I can barely see it; it’s not like some super clear crystal ball, no
More like the fleeting reflection on one single little raindrop
Almost nothing, almost meaningless
Just that familiar ‘what if’ before it dissipates
And then another drop, yet more
Repeat to fade