I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways

I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways

A dazzle of days running under a tram

While the horses bolt

And the time is transfixed

Like that moment at the roadside garage

When moments lost meaning and all I wanted was present

And the smell of gasoline and exhaust emitted

And the blinding hot sun

Said that everything was alright

And the troubles were not in the present

Since we had to stay put and wait

With all choices lost

And mimicry of sacrifice

Indomitable and unattainable

Leading to a glorious

Relief