Bends between mossy boulders
poor reception in the clouds
on the mountains they recede and close
behind me keep my thoughts

trapped on the road
no views not stopping
for a pee quietly continue driving
standing still is dangerous perhaps

I'm going to cross a pass to the sun
still a thought
out of the fog of my feelings
I miss the sun

on the radio bits
of Nostalgia with a lot of noisy
would it help to cry

once that is safe?