这个地面上总是有很多东西在奔跑
                         美的    丑的
                         火热的   冰冷的
                         抑或死的僵硬
                         都在迷迷惘惘里四处奔波
                         燃烧或熄灭

                         背着   驮着
                         越来越重的负荷
                         拖着沉重的步子在挪
                         赶路  踩过蹉跎
                         来的时候
                         这里的眼花缭乱
                         就将思考生生掠夺
                         更有多少
                         想用这里的色彩将自己描摹

                         当有一天  终于赶到尽头
                         以为对的终点
                         找不到了来时的一切
                         连辛苦背负的行囊
                         也只剩失落
                         终于开始抬头
                         却只剩回头
                         回头  
                         可
                         记忆里    已没有了景色