Like you're riding
On a new lighting line,
Gliding alone
On a ghost rim..
Like you follow,
Giving up any fight,
Rolling your feet,
Ignoring the fearsome..
Like you're flying
Under the silver night,
Runway is glowing
And almost real..
Everything's turning
In shades you won't confide..
Passing you feel
Will never give reasons.
Like you're blinded
Of a new flashing light,
Like you flow
In darkness dimmed..
Road is hollow,
Leaving all out of sight.
Road will heal,
Wiping your tears off.
Highway to nowhere
© Copyright: Ольга Бестужева, 2013
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