I started running away grimly on the dark lonely highway,
where I see the long lost souls are sitting in the seats of their cars looking forward aimlessly driving,
the gutter serves as my safe haven where I run toward the bleak end of silence,
I curve for short turn to where I started, but I cowardly can't find my path back, lost,
I scramble for the light when I reached the cold end of the dirt road, suddenly,
the moon reluctantly shines my course, and now my spot is clear,
and stupidly asked myself, am I running now for what moronic action this would be?
