We're walking a road together
And every now and then
We pass and see an information booth
With maps and routs and plans
And you, you want to stop,
and pick one up to travel
But me, I beg, I plead
To choose is to unravel
Because every orchestrated journey has an end
Places we can and cannot stop
I just want to fly with the wind
And let the road choose where we drop.
And this is where you get frustrated
And pick another road buddy for a while
Then I see you on the trail ahead
And you welcome me back with a smile
Endless, our cycle's become
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Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations
PoetrySometimes We cry Sometimes We laugh Sometimes It's one of the same thing Warning: may contain strong language, adult themes, and an unnecessary amount of "extra".
