Here I am trundling down that old road again, on a road
again, new day has just began.
Every highway has a different story for each person
and a day, it never stays the same.
Here we are now, about to leave another town whose
people may have been unkind, not that we would mind.
Wake up in the morning and saddle up your horse, no
time to hang around, our time is running out.
Kick on and catch up with the rest, come sit on my left, I
might just tell you what went on last night, why we’re
fleeing in such fright.
On a road again, like we’ve always done, the only way
we know how to be is to is to keep away from anything that’s
not real, like people in machines spreading poison
I'm a 28-year-old free spirit, living in England for last 11 years after leaving birth country Estonia at the age of 17. After a few years of moving about and changing jobs i have now settled in a small town in Wiltshire focusing on my poems. My influences are quite varied, I enjoy classical literature and poetry but enjoy the most writing my own words to some demo tapes or blues music found online. Most fond of likes of Beefheart Zappa or Bolan unique artists of innovation.