ride

few years passed as the waters turned steady and quiet

i still don't understand the projection out of the mirror. i still don't see what i expected to see, and i still don't know is me who is wrong or is it anybody else

at the same time i try to tear down the fences that surround my steps but some of them are so strong, but when i hear her voice i can feel my heart beat faster

yet trying to fill up the spaces i ride through the night and catch the glimpse of the red moon rising right before she lays to rest on the other side of the clouds

and in the middle of the boredom she drowns my mind in her laughter and she doesn't even know. yet the veils cover the ideas of a distant war never won, never fought

and the light dim out and fade away in the mirrors, and i still ride the same road, with only less steel and rubber

and i sleep and dream

and i run and hurt

and i breath and sweat

one hot seat

these crazy days come and go up and down on me in such fast pace

i ran through the woods and saw a sight never seen, yet a familiar memory from the cover of a magazine. and what do your eyes actually see?

the night falls quickly over after the pleasant company of a lovely friend who shares her arms so dearly.

i know the road since i've been there before, i drove plenty of times back and forward, slow and fast too, but never in this one hot seat at night with the face shield between my eyes and the road.

facing traffic and traffic lights i clearly feel the heat under my body, but the road in front gets covered with the thick foliage and boy it feels so nice.

in the mean time i keep trying to figure out why some see and some don't, some hug and some shy away. what is it what my eyes see?

yet i keep getting used to the sequential transmission as my car complains of being sitting so still and pretty under the sun and the rain

the sound of white noise

sweat start running down my face when I hear the voice: "no head phones", and i keep going

many folks want to be different, to separate themselves from the crowd, as others want to belong to the crowd

and that's the way we roll

there are may ways to detach one from oneself. some ways are more immediate. and the tv screen is one, and the headphones another

in the park, on my steps, in the crowd i could find that way too, but somehow when i come inside the apartment i find so much distraction and fall in all the traps. and i have my headphones on, jamming to the music of past days