You.

Long winding roads
Seem pleasant like the breeze,
My voice won't let me sing,
I'm croaking like a toad.
The sunlight sends you codes
Leaves teach you, leave. Don't tease

All the memories in your soul
Kind and beautiful -they're free
Gypsy- your life, a story told
Vivid colours in black and white
Through this attempt of
A musical masterpiece
My heart attempts to be bold

I sit and write, what I could find
Three days of rides, more roads in life.