Byron On The Road
when you are alone
sitting on the pavement, hoping for a ride, dreaming
away
remember her hands
touching the back of your neck like a breath of wind so
real
long time passing doesn't mean it's gone
that touch is still there and will never leave
as you did
when you are alone
walking on the wayside, asking for a ride, dreaming
away
forgetting that crap
"what will you do with your life if you won't work out
your next day?"
following the sun is not good enough
for taking your last breath with a smile on your face?
i won't spend my life confronting the real
what about living without established frontiers?
what about misty mountains in a sunset light?
what about drinking from a waterfall?
what about leaving people without telling goodbye?
we'll meet again, i'm sure
the cars still intersect, hypnotizing your memories
those days lost forever you never forgot
leaving all behind doesn't mean you don't miss
that child accidentally you're not anymore
what about laying on leaves and watching the stars
preparing to fall asleep?
what about casual friends for a couple of miles?
don't ask about the meaning anymore
