where do the broken vectors on the road lead to?
patches of white strips in the black,
from the edge of my foot to the horizons beyond,
mingling with the clouds flying in the sky,
the wind reclaims the sky from dark.

Where do the running wheels hurry to?
All roads end in a shade of brown and blue.
Tears of happiness reflect in rainbow hues,
the foot taps a song the heart long knew.
Rocket trails shine through silver clouds,
the million twinkling stars light the fading sky through,
the grass hums as the night sprinkles dazzling pearls of dew.