I looked up when the lights are blurring,

and I guess I’ll just have to pay for what I had claimed.

Till one day I finally feel to cross devils’s end,

I’m still a peripatetic stranger here on my corner of unchanging line.

I dragged my proof of breath into my Eden’s flame in the meanwhile,

all of sudden, fears no longer await for roar.

I’m running again, Lord,

here on the super highway,

deepening into tonight’s dream.

Brushwood terrorized my nerves,

reflecting these mirror images of colored wolrd.

I’m once again falling behind those chasing steps,

for the illed concepts in great heads…..