Encountered by Saturday with wild-eyed wandering
Picking up one in a million stars
To accompany you en route the weekend
The morning was good
The sun was bright
I began the day with washing some clothes
As always
I did my breakfast
When the road started roaring
It was a bit irritating
As the dust of mechanical life
Distracted my vision
So I got myself exiled
From crowds
It is time for mid day pray
People are marching on
With their ceremonial fashions
Still I'm making up my mind
Wonder how some parts still in a rush
Are they racing for the star
I have told you in the morning?
They're not supposed to do
in that way
Picking up one in a million stars
To accompany you en route the weekend
The morning was good
The sun was bright
I began the day with washing some clothes
As always
I did my breakfast
When the road started roaring
It was a bit irritating
As the dust of mechanical life
Distracted my vision
So I got myself exiled
From crowds
It is time for mid day pray
People are marching on
With their ceremonial fashions
Still I'm making up my mind
Wonder how some parts still in a rush
Are they racing for the star
I have told you in the morning?
They're not supposed to do
in that way