10 June 2012
The mist covers the fields,
As if blanketing from night.
I'm awake, still driving...
I'll be awake until its light.
Yet I wouldn't miss it for the world.
The sights you see at four.
They're often the most breath taking
Ones, that fill you with awe.
The drunk people in the back,
They really don't have a clue.
They pity me for my job,
And the work I have too do.
But with beautiful sights likes these,
I don't mind that much.
And when I fall into bed,
The dreams and views do touch.
Night Cabbie • Opuss № I