Through the rain falls in December
run with my own love
toward the cliff at the edge of the square world.
homecoming. Nobody
knows. washing away tears of returning home,
leaving footprints in the first snow in 24 June
run with your own love
driving down the shaggy dark net
running barefoot on the highway
running with only one dream, you and me.
We run along ventura highway
holding hands
while envisioning the day
World will chase and hug us
Swim across Ventura River,
saturated with heavy rain and snow,
despair and greed,
chasing this crazy world

Fortunately,
there are no toll gates
on the Ventura Highway.