I stand in many colors, breathing wine, eating noodles and driving online.
The road is only living with visions of moods that float.
I enjoy musicians rantings and metophoric places with tastes sweet.
A spirit frees the clouds, makes way for the sun to bow.
I am me, a strange individual creature.
Am I me the questions never end.
Me I am, never lost.
You lost me in translation.