Heat of the cold sun that leisurely descend to view
Light upon some beads of thin fluid that’s falling.
The terrain sighted from afar looked nothing like plain
Thus, mountain rock road welcomed with its quietness.
From where the vision permits, it is like a flat surface
That perfectly created a loop to go on for eternity.
Fog like smoke, gray and dull, seemed thin and fades to nothing
But feels like slime, immobilizing to continue going forward.
With the mind that speaks like a broken television,
A heart weighing a basket full of elephants,
How did it manage to continue to pedal along the road,
Where there seemed to be no end to go?
