Walked along the highway road
With the dream of bullet ride
And had a sight of pink mirage
Steeped there with an euphoric ecstasy.
Leading there with peeping vagueness
Like a bunch of dresses in wardrobe
Where lacking decisiveness
Though travelled with boldness.
Eavedropping ears without such relation
Fed up with those dilation
Hopelessness got up hopefully
As a lamp with oil lacking a flint.
Now feared for highway road
And had guilt for street roads
Neither of these define me
Unless relieving from bending the knees.