the last Indiana

I going Harder the Way. Rivers and Mountains cross my Way. My friend is a Indiana. Pocahontas is the daughter. She’s wild and free. The Nature is so beautiful. I walk everyday harder. I will find my friend. Because it’s the last Indiana. Traveling for days, hope in my eyes, maybe my friend is just a step away Maybe he’s sitting somewhere, thinking just like me, and waiting quietly – just like me. If you want, I can.
My friend the last Indiana