to travel this train
beauty lurks everywhere
seeing standing
understanding love
it all seemed to begin and never end
dripped ink from pen
when will it happen again
walking up and down the avenue
your hands in your pocket
ya decide to cross the street
broke into a house
slowly over and over till
we grow old
walking like rotten teeth
stumbled upon a bed
where the ancients sleep
among the desert
and cactus
where the atmosphere slides down both sides round
ferris wheel rolls silently