Back into the image

The road and the river became one
Of all confusion your way is the biggest
The strangest and most fickle
And here you are colleagues and friends fill the room

You run out to see your wagon
It´s not the one you own
wonder where you lost that piece
That thing you could call yours

It´s gone it´s being chased
That thing you want the most
In life´s rash pulsing race
Where each event could crush
each stroke of the brush

Master piece of life
It´s been chased
like the rest of the treasure
Like the lust you have to be near her

There she runs in the sunshine behind a moving vehicle
Like a huntress, a heroine that stunned us all
her eternal motion
Kissed me well wished me
life right up in my face