well I’ve heard there was a certain man 

that lived in Russia long ago 

but you don’t really care for gone cats, do you 

well it goes like this 

for moscow chicks 

the lover of the russian queen 

is a cold and is a broken ra ra rasputin

If I can take a breath, then I can lift my head.

If I can lift my head, then I can take a step.

And with that, I walk.

And with that, motion is mine;

No matter the haste, pay it no mind.

A journey is more than just path

So I’ll spend my moments

For the landscape to wander by my side.