I return from work after dark,
praying there’s something left of my car.
I pay my fee and pass the pillars,
hoping, waiting, searching the vehicles.
There it is, my shining light,
my chariot, my steed, my route to flight.
I mount, we march, we leave behind
the city, the speed, the pain, our mind.
Once again, we’re free, we’re gone,
we’re out, we’ve left, we’re going home.
Shot at Manchester Aquatic Centre Concrete Underground Car Parking Facility at Night