Pain, hurt, woe; I drown...
Voices, visions, words I shout
Cannot reach myself before I run along!
Cannot reach myself before I've gone alone!
I see my future fogged and still I stride.
Through a blurry windshield I look as I drive.
Life is like a battered and wheatered road,
There's rain and blizzard, cracks, turns and holes.
There's people who you follow and who you cross,
There's people who are hollow and who are lost,
Who drive the wrong way, switch to the wrong lane,
People of all creeds and of all sorts!
I'll find my own way, maybe not this very day,
Well, it definitely won't be easy...
But I'll try, and I'll stride, and I'll drive, and I'll ride;
Doesn't matter if I'm happy or satisfied,
The only thing is that I'll respect all who I'll meet,
And get to the next place I want to be
If that's possible. If not,
Better luck next time, kiddo.
