The engine squeal in tune of doh
The tired tyres whirls behind it so.
The road was heavy to and fro
and wheels are trying to make a go.
Fear grips my soul for where I go
I know not, the silent dusk leads to
somewhere untold; fear grips my soul.
My soul feared, know'ng not where I go.
Heavy vehicles whisk by; to, fro
The wheels I board go off control
And loud hey with silence pause flow
While my line fly; as through air flow,
Bleeping his phone, "hope I'm not stole?"
"Calm down, it's by the right you go"
I heard from the other side, so
near it seems, albeit, far I go.
And then I heard the veh'cle's tone
And then I felt the brake go slow.
I saw my sight whereby I go
like noon day sight of albino.
"words from the innocent mind"