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