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