Come find me the night calls. Then enters all the noise. Don’t run at night, it’s dangerous and you can get hurt. So I stopped.
A year passed, maybe even two. I left my shoes behind the door. Then for many days I stayed home. I found other things to fuel no good.
I opened the closet and deep inside, I found my light gear. I cannot lie down anymore. The Indian summer smiled as I returned to the road.