It was supposed to be routine by the twentieth week
But I stayed late to help a friend who had to be up all night
and didn’t leave until the mist had frozen solid
on the asphalt and highways that pave my way home.
And as I nearly took a fall on the way to my car,
I realized it would be a tough ride on me tonight.
I tried my best to drive slowly, and made some bad moves;
In retrospect I had driven far too fast.
I was lucky to get the chances to recover
and tried to keep my eyes open and on the road.
Sometimes it takes much longer than you want
to get to the places you desire
but if you don’t pay attention to invisible ice
you may never arrive.
On The Verge of Tears 