Direction

It's the first day of January 
And there's a cold in the air
Your probably thinking well... 
It's that time of year!
Well you kinda right.. 
But not the sort of cold that I fear
The cold of a presence 
Passing or very near 
The cold of my conscious
reflection of a dear 
Deer in headlights.. 
I'm driving but can't steer 
There's some items here beside me..
But I can't see them very clear 
All these feeling are familiar 
As If I'm looking through the rear 
View mirror there's a family 
And there crying real tears 
As I slow down for a second
My vision is much clearer 
My Family through the rear 
It's me.. I'm that deer 
And that guy that can't steer
Is exactly what I feared 

Tags: metaphor, depressing, deep, fear,