Dusk's breeze accompanies me
As I glide along the road.
Common is such luxury,
Peaceful for the soul's abode.

Galloping with free spirit
Amidst the lone night's cover,
There's but one that joins my wit—
My steel stallion of thunder.

The old road faintly beckons
Calling me to draw nearer.
Thoughts of life blow its vague winds
Demanding for an answer.

Yet, time after time again,
These travels reveal nothing—
It's the void that flees within
My craft's illuminating.

My ship cuts through the night's air
As I'm lost and lone in thought...
"It's not the morrow to bear,
Alas, it's today that's sought!"