The road to success is marked with signs and always under construction. To make something new out of what was old, there must first be destruction. The freeway for most people is worth trying, but with traffic building up with who try to get there by flying. The problem is landing, going up without a plan to come down, something lik I was just messing around. There's no speed limit when flying, just any way to stay high, engines of your there's trouble in the sky. Sometimes I don't realize, that walking to work would save gas,or money for every dollar that i had. The shortcuts get you stuck, the subway brings you do in the present, and take the long way around. Help me find a taxi, someone who knows the way- Help me find my Angels, t place. I can only keep fighting, making new roads along my way, luckily for me I had my plane crashed that day.
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