I can still remember those screeching brakes
when i nearly hit an elk one night
and a couple of deers on another day
those pesky bisons that cause jams when you are in a rush
and the one we met after fording a river
blocking our trail like a gatekeeper
lost trail markers and bushwhack-ing
the feeling of the road beneath me
90 miles per hour on the interstate
passing those big trucks lit like giant wraiths
burning rubber till the dawn
the stinging sensation on my face
and the pain in my ears
after getting hit by those cold pacific waves
watching the fountains of belagio five times in a row
jogging around central park on those cool evenings
running up that exact flight of stairs rocky did
but tomorrow comes and sorrow becomes his soulmate
dear friends - americans serbians columbians taiwanese, so long for now
