The road, this limitless…
Narratives and liturgies behind me
Ahead, sagas and parables yet to be learnt
and wisely told
Along salient asphalt grooves
Past pinkish white apache plume
Warm wall sideshow of colour
flirting in the corner of the room
I tarry not to chance the horizon
Flicking up little whirlwinds of dust
I’ll be looking for new paradigm shifts still,
between the winking evening stars
Ignoring my rear view memory
And things brushed under the rug
Dancing on the wrong side of the redline
along way after dark
I’ll be racing to recapture my future and again, escape my past
Dancing on the wrong side of the redline
along way after dark