when you tear your eyes open in the night like so

when you tear your eyes open in the night like so
at 4 am when darkness is about to peak
and get in a car to sit in narrow warmth
your back against a black leather seat
thinking, driven
you are on a mission

and so is every other pair of lights
ocasionally speeding into your eyesight
litting up like matches that vanish
with
tyres untired because they must
if the driver awoke indeed they must
brave the cold that follows like glued shadow
going somewhere meaningful
or coming from whoever didn't let them go
until now

so late it's nearly early.