27.06.2021
The Road is a Witness
The road is a witness, it's nobody's businessEven if I don't arrive, I benefit.
You are the witness, it's nobody's business
White dreams reach out to me.
I wish my words were a whistle,
A smokeless fire,
A flood to my idea.
I wish: Dreams were my capital,
And I could bath in life, which was a river
And my sorrows became a breeze