journey

Through the windows,

I could see the parallel tracks traveling with me.

Rusty brown tracks and pale pink sky made the evening.

To an unknown place,

That's never read in books.

I could see the scarecrows smiling at me with big wide bright eyes.

Cause am the little gypsy.

Am still a young kid with that vibe.

All I do is travel, travel through long days and cold nights.

There are a millions around me but non I know.

I kept my words to come back.

She would be waiting.

I have to walk till I find her.