I follow the line.

But I was lost on this road.

Just the desert sand and nothing else around me.

I stopped the car engine and wondered.

Nobody to love, nothing to hate.

Just me and the desert spirit.

Dry and warm in the middle of the day.

The sun burned my brain.

Nobody else to save me.

Will I end up in the middle of nowhere?

Maybe it’s hell?

Will I find the devil at the last crossroad?

Maybe it’s the heaven’s door?

I will find a better way.

Nobody knows.

It’s the time of choice.

Truth or lies.

Flying away or burning in that sad place.

I stayed a long time, sat in the white sand.

The wind whisperer gave me the answer.

I just had to wait for the cool black night.

A white star and the yellow moon will show me the right way at the next crossroad.

But what is the right way, gospel or blues?