Travis Kasparov

The Ride

I don’t know what will come next to me

The biggest hug or uncanny face?

Will it last forever or just the phase?

Being tortured by constant anxiety


I am slowly looking to the window

Trying to figure out something

Trying to prepare everything

Diving into the concept of tomorrow 


I am sweating so badly 

I feel the stinky tormentation

I feel the stinky frustration

I am taking it so seriously


I am seeing and listening to this ride

And trying to figure out what happens inside.