yes I do..more then anything else.

Rails transform me
hints are growing in the sky
For every field that pass by
winter's melting to the ground.

I'm searching for a path without turns
to a landscape without sleep.
I'd like to run down the valleys
and climb the hills.

Hooked by arms
barbs in my back.
I love the way my fingers are soaked in sweat.
Overdose of it.
Floating in it.
In mind.
The absent torment me.

The present is everything we got
still I waiting, conserved
Longing for the horizon.