when i look out the window, i see the dark, lovely, mountains and the head  lights of the of the bikes passing by,
i wonder what it might mean for thou, for me it was the freedom, to be able to walk, anywhere and at the same time nowhere.
by the side of the road, under the lamp, saw i a man, a blank face, shine in the eyes, and tears pouring, no emotions but at the same time a lot of empty and difficult words.
dreams to be fulfilled, but i wandered were they his? or someone else?
i see him lonely, on the dark road, lonely like him,
sitting under a lamp with a tear stained face, a hope in his eyes,  that spoke a lot, so loud, but no one to listen.
i saw a man under the lamp, suddenly,
i realized that that man was me.
blank face, no emotion , eyes speaking so loud but no one to listen.