A Rumi & AC/DC mashup
Out beyond stop signs and speed limits
There is a highway. I’ll meet you there.
My friends are gonna be there too
When the soul rides on that asphalt
The world is too full to talk about
Don’t need reason, don’t need rhyme
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘living easy, living free’
doesn’t make any sense.
I’m going down, all the way down
I’m on the highway to Rumi