Chop chop

While i post this, I'm listening to a song titled 'Challa' which means crazy wanderer in Punjabi

Challa

The same path treaded in different ways
but always looking different
As my eyes see faster
we need new lines
we need old lids
all for the roads
so when the sky opens
we know which way to learn
the vast roof of the station guides us out of the rain
and on
to new instances
new combinations
of this point
we warp these journeys with words
sending them around the world
to the roads we are about to walk
to roads we've not seen for months
to places without roads
and back to us
familiarity is just what we take for granted
within and without memories
this place is where our wheels and toes dance