Highway Time Poem by Darwin Jumhari

I carry my bag on my shoulder
Just being long run rider
Claim myself as an outsider

I stand on every rough darkest stone
Sparkling light accompany when alone
And grey-white smoke makes hectic sound

Confessing with dingy-wear strong
Playing lovely sweet groovy heartbeat song
Spreading my mind was going wrong

Blue-dark jeans tighten my feet
Don’t know the time spreading route
And let the steps vanish the road

Knowing the ending line is so blur
I try walking along the singing pasture
and just realize life is perfectly cruel