I was rowing across the lake
With my pretty girlfriend
When she asked me to change
The direction of our passage
As we had missed the thin jetty
That led towards the freedom road
Slow World
After sinking our small boat
We walked the short distance
Towards the freedom road
But once there we were unable
To agree about the direction
Of our future paths
The Town is Tranquil
We are in bed together
Sheltering from the storm
The bed is not only our refuge
But our transparent tower
As we will soon be unable to travel
Much further along the freedom road