It's not what my friends all say
I don't need to be what they need -
I've overcome that particular fear
I'm only tired now and left with
this longing
it's like a mountain hyway
or a horizon moving sideways
as I glide in a boundless ferry

The longing is some long distance
I see reeling on
an idea towards an end
I vaguely put together from memory

I see it traveling in echoes,
sound's shadows
carrying on
like their only mission
for the rest of my life
is to for them to carry on