MarPoWriMo 7

Strange to inhabit thoughts as they arose
Twenty years ago on the radio
In the car moving into the future
Have I not listened to this song before
Not in this context which is my age now
Perhaps the age this song was written for
When there is less time to look forward to
Than accounting the ways it has been lived
Which way led to this wayward distraction
The closest distance between there and here
Immediate to this situation
How could these instruments play my feelings
Or construct them as my reality
When I did not know they would play along