I am an outlaw who wonders in the dark nights, sneaking behind people in disguise. Can hardly be seen, until one tall guy in gray suit glances twice at me, then i knew its time to flee. knocking the carriages on the side road, racing the winds, stealing a cape from someone’s window, jumping of the bridge hiding beneath it.
I am a bandit, praying not to be found
Dead day at office .. why not Imagine