Third day of travel
the road is strewn with crystals of ice
now I’m alone
no mirror no glass no dust
I’m in a foreign land
with all people’s eyes at me
’cause I’m dressed black
in a sunny day
in a sunny day
writing about them and me
and the road is so smooth
and all these little thoughts
protect me from paranoia
I look at the shape of my land
and I feel a stranger
so different when i want to be like that
for the first time
I want to come back
I want to come back
I want to come back