Like you are caught in a highway
Heavy traffic in a sunny morning
Waiting and hoping and dreaming
You’ll reach the seashore soon enough
See the light shimmering on the Sea waves.
Like a person hoping for good news
Dreams give the Sloth hour two wings.
No, not like the feeling of that
Being surrounded by fellow men
No, no hope, no dream, no nothing.
Rather like being caught in a highway
Under the will of someone you cannot see
Under the whim of someone you cannot ask
Under the wish of someone who understands
What you don’t understand and that you understand not.
Too many question you ask I see.
Questions makes you bleak-heart
Yes you are Caught in a highway
Under the scorching sun.
Shining on the highway
Highway endless like a tongue of an unknown giant
Whose wistfulness only makes you move
And may be if He wishes when He wishes
You are signaled to move.
You’ll reach the sea at last may be,
To watch it with your bleak heart.
Only to find the sea that you can
See no more
Because the dreamless waiting has made you blind
Only darkness mingle with Death of the Sky
And Sun and Time and You, the Once Promising Youth.