The Car Park with a View

What questions can we ask ourselves, if any?

Where do we go in life? What do we see?

Do you have your hand upon the wheel?

Or is it that the car is automatic?

What is it for? Or are these things for nothing?

And what is nothing anyway? And what

is ‘this’ that we call it? We surely mean

to call it ‘these’: the things we see; the things

we do; or write; and on and on and on.

The Car Park with a View lacks relevance

within the hazy context of this poem.