Push the Tempo

Push the Tempo

Falling from the heights I’ve reached,

I’ll push the ground deep beneath me,

To reach the end more till the end,

To touch the ground the way I want to feel,

This is not the end of line,

It has just begun to uncover the shine

The fine brine of that wine,

Which we always dreamt of tasting till we last,

Resting beneath my wheels,

Are my marks which I left on the road,

The road that led to the jungle.

Where I could find all that I lost in a bundle.

Don’t crowd your thoughts on my shadow,

It’s too weak, weak, enough for me to hold on,

I see the sky leaning on those trees,

And those seem like they are free.