On a lonely road constructed by self
Narrow vision, roses on shelf
I drive to reach my destination
Few on gardens, no sensation
Until out of the blue on the side do I see
A vagabond, lost but happy
Where she goes I do not know
But I join her on a brighter road
The scent is sweet and gets me high
But far too soon we say goodbye
And so feeling I've played well my luck
I keep on walking and abandon that truck
Then seeing scenery all around
I'm struck by lightning and hit the ground
So for that nomad's return I wait
And crawl along, creating fate
I toil and torment and grief I lay
On that road forever until the next day
I forced myself to stand up right
Cathedrals in my heart, heaven in sight
And though I see those yellow-dashed lines
The road is hazy and I see not the signs
Though directions are given I care not to obey
For I seek my own path and I walk my own way
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