On a lonely and dark highway, I feel a cool breeze in my hair
There was a warm smell of marjuana in the air.
Far ahead I see a sparkling light
My head grew heavier and my vision became a little blurry. I have to stop tonight
He was standing in front of the door, I heard the mission bell ring. Then I thought to myself, this might be heaven or hell
Then he lit a candle and he showed me the way
There were voices in the corridor, I thought I heard them say, good night at the night party. Very beautiful place, very beautiful face.
This was precise but has a nice rhythm to it. I sure hope I could go back to the days I wrote a lot of poetries