Out on the road-a simple poem

Cool dudes go to rock,
Watch 'em pluck the chick;
They play the game well;
Funny is the way they dwell.


Oh! I thought I was blind;
For I was not of their kind.
Blame me if i were one
I don't want to copy anyone.

Are they just showing off,
Like a bulb never switched off,
Spreading the light in the dark;
To burn out at the next daybreak.

Lazy like a cow in the meadow;
Gazing at the suspended orange-yellow;
Am I what I used to be?
Has the wind took me like a baby?

Hark! the bell has rang!
It's time to fill the lung.
Out on the road I got to run
To enjoy the life with the bright sun.