Mute On The Route

I love the silence of empty road,

when my mind is full of load.

The silence of woods,

Those memories of childhoods.

Being distant from crude heart,

The pain of it was dreadfully hard.

My depot was far from the road,

But I had to unleash my load.

The steel-white sun was also trying to be harsh on me.

Courtesy of hoary: I could resist it and unlearn the bitterness of the way.