Is it the time of year when I should worry
or is it when I tred once again on the journey?
Are you still there or are you gone?
If you hear me,
just go, but take away all your memories,
and while you do
just so, please once look back at me,
it will help me hold on without thee.
The road is dusty and the sun is high,
but wasn't it always our destiny?
If I call out loud will you be able to hear?
and if you can't,
will you still keep trying listening to me?
you know what,
I am not sure what I would have said,
if you had put up the same question to me.
Do you mind, me mentioning your name to others?
no, not as the hero, but as the beholder of my agony.
Ride, ride fast enough so that the dust rising up behind,
may make all this sadness really blurry.