Fresh air by the road that paints my shoes brown in the day soothes my lone self at night. Sitting in a slum and envisioning life in mansions. Troubles no matter how enormous I'd outlive I won't think like my comrades cos I don't want to end like they do With the zeal with which we chase the game I'd hasten my dreams to reach.
If I can think the good thoughts here, then my eyes would see and my feet would step there.