Evenings are like crazy. The Nights …. , they look like a tunnel. , I don't know why my heart likes/falls for a rebellious flight only There is a question mark on tomorrow , have to live in/for today though ,,,, I don't know why my heart likes / falls only for such a vagrancy My philosophy….. with my bag on my shoulders , I go where the road takes me My heart like/falls for the ocean not the raindrops