Encountered by Saturday with wild-eyed wanderingPicking up one in a million starsTo accompany you en route the weekendThe morning was good The sun was brightI began the day with washing some clothesAs alwaysI did my breakfastWhen the road started roaringIt was a bit irritating As the dust of mechanical lifeDistracted my visionSo I got myself exiledFrom crowdsIt is time for mid day prayPeople are marching onWith their ceremonial fashionsStill I'm making up my mindWonder how some parts still in a rushAre they racing for the starI have told you in...