Remembering on the highway

Thinking on the highway, I unsuccessfully try to remember: why I believed that the circus was not wonderful? Unmistakably, very sleepily, the sun hides its rays and the planet is subject to the night. I stand with a backpack, letting tears run through my fingers. However, you’re much wiser and older than you seemed to everyone at the beginning. Only who, even who has known everything, does not dream: in his native pier, letting go of tears, also daydreaming about secrets, stars... there, the ship is waving its flag at us - let’s fly before it’s too late! I see, friend, you did not expect an answer that became a reality overnight. Just what is earthly summer for us, if that’s not what you’re partial to? If I don’t fit in between a light breakfast and work, between fashionable clothes for the season and a naked almost Saturday, between a club and a winter night, I’m already a worthless innovator. Well, let's go, you want, my best friend and conservative, who guessed: nothing in nature is unchanged. You surrender, remaining true in your heart to one freedom. And the salty splashes only drive you towards the light. We don’t know what awaits us: how many adventures, other people’s Answers to unknown Questions and gardens that bloomed in January. And worlds, completely serious, lulled by a madman and frozen in the moment of a click, and absorbing mistakes. You won’t see the glare of the sun in the turquoise steel cladding. We'll be back. Now - the captivating infinity of the circus is calling us stars. You grin - you are sometimes attracted to my carelessness. I am careless, and you hold on to your luck tighter. Smile goodbye, let the evening melt under us. And you don’t believe, having already absorbed the smell of your native place, that the leaf, trembling in the wind, allows you to lift the prohibitions, that the road winds further, that we will catch up with our madness... Only you, without laughing before, hold out your palms to me.