Swerving left swinging right sometimes down sometimes high the swift on four wheels was flying high even at eighty it seemed a stroll we were all eager to reach home the sun was hiding slowly on the horizon on my right open fields clear blue skies endless sight then the road rise on an incline no vision of other side from the corner of my eyes Saw him sitting as if beside remorseless focused only on overtake two cars on my right stunned, i gasped how did i miss the heads on collide then on on every high with no vision on other side I was honking mad to discourage ugly overtakes grateful to the grace of the divine the family survives another reason to be on art of living the path kept us alive
"Sofar" captures the distance traveled so far from now.