I see people through the door
They are about to leave past
Here, people always leave the past
Why are they leaving without reasons?
On the radio, no music sounds
On the road, only nature sings
We are about to leave ourselves
Just to prove them we can
Nothing is gonna change at all
It is just our freaking mind
We don’t need to ask nobody
We just need to go out
Late at nights, we are leaving
Early in mornings, we are arriving…
This photo was taken by me.