TWO PAIRS OF TRAVEL SHOES

I don't care the maths of your miles..
If you're with me, by my side..
I will neither fear the depth of the sea..
nor the hights of the mountain we see..

And the sky is so vast to fly..
Nook & corners, still left to find..
Let the route map cheat us again
We'll find a new path, it's wild..

Lets dive in the dark of the woods..
Our low key rhythms, no one to drag..
Lets invade in our bizarre thoughts..
Lucid dreams and high so we are!

We'll encrypt our names, in anywhere we go..
The bonafide documents, we have so far..
How old to our minds longing for far-off places?
The transient ambedo we left to feel..

__Anz'ere__