Daylight

How many are learning a new language for tomorrow
Awaiting a recipe still not prescribed
Or discovered at all?

Maybe this is an abyss for you
And not for me
But whoever you are
You will have to wait
Just like me.

At least I can fool myself into thinking
That I am a poet
(I know how they're revered in, let's say, South America),
And that the sun is breaking through the clouds only because of me
As I drive into this new, unknown city.