The road is illuminated now. In the morning it is dark and at night…I drive to work at 630 AM to my cubic monolithic building in a City name for the Moors. As I walk up I see the building line piercing the sky and as I pass, the plane disappears…

My vision clears as I look down and straight away and enter the building, passing the security, and of course letting my patrons who step ahead, to walk the stairs four floors up to my desk. 

I see a life of mine I created, a place of success and and an ascending worker bee. Though I know life is passing me I know my career gives me birth for more…time on the weekends. Money to pay for my kids and their well being. And money to pay for my rope life. I am a self-serving, self-reliant, son of a bitch.

And in all, as I do, I reflect harshly at times…hurt I feel. And yet, I say that I don’t care anymore. But the damn that I don’t…Truth is, I do..The one thing I don’t care about anymore, is the pain.

I don’t care anymore about the pain…..I would rather be alone than hurt for love….does that make sense?

And so now the lights of my new car pierce the night and rain soaked roads….the road is illuminated. I sit and sing and plan ahead…alone., sometime lonely..painless but empty. Listening to Phil and singing….I don’t care anymore…