Upon entering in the daily way.
The road, the walk, the journey.
We contemplate the inspired dream.
The indiscreet slumber call,
almost brief, almost diluted.
When our good friend
pays it's timely visit.

In the past we had stopped
in the middle of that road.
To see both ends
cleared and defined.
In ways that our mind
cares to know when to start.

And yes!
it has also come to us.
The unstoppable will
to finished it all.
To take everything,
without looking back.
Like the last deck
of a playful hand.

That road stills there.
Paused and solemn.
Looking without say,
but when it gets upset...
Without a word, will judge you.
Without a sign, will label you
and without notice, will clear you.

Distinctive road it is.
Could be gone quick,
like a yell that fades away
into the widest oblivion.
Or could greet us pleasantly
like a comfortable hideout
where we'll spread the loot.

Is a game we had played
we have seen it,
tasted it, and lived it.
To the inevitable point
to get to know it well.

Can't help the feeling.
When we know, it's there!
Without a reason or pretext
What will that road bring next...

...Getting intense, getting thriller.