roads
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Upon this dusty track I roam to see what I will see
What will come and what has been, all that time brings
And on this trip I laid my sight on an old worn memory
Of two children who were young and full of innocence
Life is a road with bumps and bruises,
You hope that one day that it hopefully cruises,
Stuck in the middle bewteen two big trucks,
I never knew you could feel so stuck,
Wishing that one day you change lanes,
Gently place your foot upon the road, the simple start of every journey.
Little do you know, that this road is me,
Driving on an old country road
Take me to natures mountain home
Tennessee old Country Roads
There she was, under the bridge,
beckoning me home again.
Her hair like sunlight,
amidst the darkness of the trees.
Her milk white skin glistening in the mist.
Her eyes were piercing, the temptation was strong.
Which road to take?
They both lead in different directions
Left? or Right?
They twist and turn along the barren ground
Which would be better?
Pebbles and stones decorate the sandy paths
Up? or Down?
Time may separate
Yet thoughts and feelings transcend
Finding their way home.
The end of the road is coming near
Get back on my own two feet
And walk away from fear
Fear that I wont ever make it to the top of the world
And put my worries aside
And climb that mountain
I had just finished my climactic battle with a cockroach this morning,
When I froze to look at the sight of its body in a groove.
How poor an incident I have caused, what terrors I ensued?
I am curious, and unsure.
I am going on a road and I don’t know where it will go.
I have castaway something that people told me to do,
for something I feel I may love.
