Ticket

Your journey leads to a ticket, I don't want to buy

The road I seek isn't ready yet

The road has stones that only knows to pierce

Sunsets there are too dark to be called as sunsets

And sunrise is yet awaited there

I wonder that still

When I sleep, why do I still dream there?

Maybe your journey don't know to know this dullness

But there the sky is pale

Pale enough that it would collapse on me someday

And I would let down my way that is known for your journey

To all the horses on our roads

With that vintage speed, I say

To run as if cheetah wants to learn from you

To run as if its the only ticket to the sunrise

The only ticket to glitter and white.