And there it was, staring at me
Out of the corner of my eye,
Unwronged by the world,
The faultless neon red
A halo disdaining this rickety world,
Its perfect roundness protecting the unmarred center,
There being no stronger rebuke
To this noisome mess that we call life.
It spoke to me of impossible things,
Of worlds without hunger, of lands of quenched thirst,
Mistakes never made, regrets never had,
And it beckoned to me, calling me
To transcend the silly confines of this light rail car,
To tarry no more but do good for this world,
To realize my potential, to fulfill my purpose.
And yet, its central gleam of stainless steel
Reminded me of my unworthiness.
Red is its red imprint on my soul,
Its perfect perfection of perfectness
A One, when I am lost, to draw me home.