The smell of sand and rocks
Uneven terrain cracked pavement trampled grass
Why walk when you can run?
Why run when you can fly?
Past the cars zooming around me so I run faster
Getting swept away
Cool wind, take my heat away refresh me
Sticky pines with branches like a thousand veins
I want better trees like oak and maple
La gare-the train I never see
Just the tracks just leftover.
The end of the road
Time to stop time to return
No more walking just the end.