Sometimes when I exhale 

I get a fleeting glimpse of

A fleeting aspiration 

That I used to know I had

Now I’m really not so sure

Of what I think I thought

Or what caught me by surprise enough 

To jar my instincts out

But sometimes when I exhale

I catch sight of me

In the rear view mirror

Sitting in the back seat

Dreaming

Sometimes the only stars I see are planes up in 

the sky 

But I

I never even wonder why they’re there

And they don’t make me want to go so far away

I’m where I need to be and better yet

I’m where I want to be

Right here on the ground with you

In the back seat

Glancing at the rear view mirror 

Seeing myself there and up ahead

And right here in the here and now

Dreaming

-jenn