Journey Steadily Unclear. Instincts on Par.
Awaken.
Landscapes piling up like,
Portfolios of memories,
Classified and categorized,
in pretty neat leather folders.
No recollection of transport,
and the sweat burns my eyes,
and my nose is still numb,
and bells are ringing in my ears.
From all known faces,
Suddenly strangers surround me,
and the landscape begins to distort,
like an elastic sheet of rubber.
Almost tearing my reality apart,
The substance of vision propels
our locomotion at high speed,
Sails blown out and mind expanded.
Where do we go?
I've got no clue,
but the thousand trips and
thousand companions I have already shared.
From the Middle East to Europe and Asia,
The bus bounces back and forth,
Incessant and relentless,
Motion of life on wheels.
Destination still pending.
Routes may change but,
Passengers get on,
and the driver holds the wheel;
Carving our way through the unknown
Dark and forgetful night.
When will the motion stop,
incoherent buzzing of mechanic?
When can I hear again,
The symphony of wind blowing?
Journey steadily unclear.
Instincts on par.
Landscapes piling up like,
Portfolios of memories,
Classified and categorized,
in pretty neat leather folders.
No recollection of transport,
and the sweat burns my eyes,
and my nose is still numb,
and bells are ringing in my ears.
From all known faces,
Suddenly strangers surround me,
and the landscape begins to distort,
like an elastic sheet of rubber.
Almost tearing my reality apart,
The substance of vision propels
our locomotion at high speed,
Sails blown out and mind expanded.
Where do we go?
I've got no clue,
but the thousand trips and
thousand companions I have already shared.
From the Middle East to Europe and Asia,
The bus bounces back and forth,
Incessant and relentless,
Motion of life on wheels.
Destination still pending.
Routes may change but,
Passengers get on,
and the driver holds the wheel;
Carving our way through the unknown
Dark and forgetful night.
When will the motion stop,
incoherent buzzing of mechanic?
When can I hear again,
The symphony of wind blowing?
Journey steadily unclear.
Instincts on par.