Driving up in the foggy dreamland of mine,
I don think of any single soul in or out of my life,
no,
I think of me.

not so long ago,
I was sitting on the passenger seat and chose my ride,
and I was in love with it,
now,
on the driver seat,
I go forward...
my foot hurts when I break,
but never mind the pain,
fast or slow,
I choose my speed,
and I still love it.
cause nothing lasts forever,
not even the cold November rain...

p.s. a foggy night on my way home from UBC, when I didn't need to stop even once...no one out there to block my way...and of course Guns N Roses!