Highway time

I carry my bag on my shoulder

Just being long run rider

Claim myself as an outsider

I stand on every rough darkest stone

Sparkling light accompany when alone

And Grey-white smoke makes hectic sound

Confessing with dingy-wear strong

Playing lovely sweet groovy heartbeat song

Spreading my mind was going wrong

Blue-dark jeans tighten my feet

Don’t know the time spreading route

And let the steps vanish the road

Knowing the ending line is so blur

I try walking along the singing pasture

and just realize life is perfectly cruel