He stands upon the road, as vehicles pass him by,
A hitchhiker searching for a comfy ride.
He\'s waited for so long, letting go of lousy bicycles and bikes so bad,
And then \'time\' flies by. He blinked, opening eyes to the lost oppurtunities.
His eyes are sad with a \'might have worked for me\' stare..
But he knows that \'lost\' has no feelings for him, to regret and question the \'time\' that left him in the middle of nowhere.
So moving on, he started walking with an open heart giving himself into the journey.
Deep down he is scared, for he wonders if he started too late.
The day is almost over, will he make it to the other side?....
He doesn\'t know, but he trusts the road to be his guide.
The road he choose to walk on, the road he is destined to walk on.