Zebra

In the night of the lone 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

1, 2, 3, I think to myself

What it would be to drown in these distant lights

Dressed in lunar rays

Hope for no change

Last memories

Write my destiny

Dressed in lunar rays

Hope for no change

Last memories

Write my destiny

In these vast planes

There is no lane

No trails are left

Just a yellow embrace