Highway man

  The road is always long and dark,

the last glimpse of the sun,

before nights released from slumber,

cold, alone, somewhere is a highway man.

  When lightning strike's,

this is his pain,

only then can the world see,

how deep and rooted his emotion is.

  You see them,

in your headlights,

take a closer look and their gone,

passed by as imagination, a flicker.