I put the duster down, as I cannot erase the destiny.
The road full of bumps and curves
And the bitter wind passes some secrets, tips and techniques
But it's useless as no more shortcuts,
My torn bag carries some faded dreams.
I climb the road and this bicycle is not belongs to me.
Sometimes I think if no brakes then I could have thrown to the steep
And finished this unending pilgrimage.
I am sorry my dear this song is not so sweet
And how long you have been waiting to meet this reckless cyclist?
* I own very few things that too heavy for the journey
And I look around to give remnants but nobody wants.
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-long-you-have-been-waiting-to-hear-my-song/
