Her hair weaves like cars on the interstate,
Rest assured, I will not hesitate,
Lane to lane, its one woven formula,
A pattern caught by a lovely euphoria,
Skies rested on the Earths shoulders,
My head begs upon its boulders,
Let me rest and count the clouds,
An urgent feel screams aloud,
To keep a foot in the wave of cars,
Or to run from the thought of scars,
Is it all a journey from loved long pasts?
Or an expedition for something that lasts?
My thoughts remain in the deep blue cloth,
Where they are speculated and forever lost.