On the road

(driving: )

"Maybe it's a crooked mistery but I'm not sure why because clouds don't say:

how can this work when muddy grounds shake
and instructions are part of the wind blowing

(and no, it doesn't fit, it's a thread)

But the crack is so wide, and we're falling.
One like you, blueeyed, is to be longed.
But he just won't see, he won't feel.

Or, maybe time is not one to be seen, but to be thought of.

Oh, we're building. Excessively."