Zebra

In the night of the long event I'll ride the yellow and the red I'll advance as a white bird over your head Still at my knees in the dust, while stars brush my cheek The Sun has lit half its light Something is hiding in the texture of time One, two, three, I think to myself What it would be to drown in these distant lights Just in loner days Hope for no changes Last memories write my destiny Just in loner days Hope for no changes Last memories write my destiny In these vast planes There is no lane No trails are left Just a yellow embrace