Wednesday, February 18, 2009

O.N. T.H.E. R.O.A.D.

I hit the road.
To bite the dust.
To taste the grime.
To be cut by gravel.
To be pierced by hot winds.
And to believe all this,
Will wash off the toxins of civilization.
Maybe to find some answers.
Maybe to escape some questions.
Maybe to come closer to the truth.
Maybe to come closer to peace.
Maybe to walk on the sands for a while.
Maybe to imagine the mirage is really you.
And then to see my footprints brushed away,
By the winds of circumstance.
And come back with the understanding,
However hard I may try to rationalize,
It may all end one day without any realization.
And yet without any fear,
I am back on the roads in top gear.
Because I don’t want to be the fool who gave up,
Thinking Heaven can't be so near.

(Inspired by Metallica's Turn the Page.)


Neel said...


I have the video for that one...just in case you want that one..

Witness said...

Ok Neel:)and maybe the pic we can get frm our trip:)