I am lost there on the road
Though I went as straight ahead
Sure, there on the corners
Took the one as used bad
With a million interceptions
Choosed way is really worst
The direction racks perception
Seemed to be Im fully lost
Going mad with
those seconds
Meters caused bated breath
Cant get brake with mind
which sure
situated up my feet
Turn my speed decrease
to down
timed the bit for eyes
to blink
And again
here a crossroad
Stand ahead
I'd rather think
Just I got the new direction
Got a rod scored to back
There hundred sticks on rear
Hundred inches each of stack
I'm fed up with that contagion
Feel myself like a hedgehog
Do I need acceleration
Going there to the fog?
Trip's still going
Empty, darkfull...
Danger still persists
my mind...
There wall crossed
the route
It's more real
would I find...
There...
© Copyright: Гарри Веда, 2013
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