Because I lose my way
Like a spot on the channel freeway.
I fly like the speed of light
Dashing through the day
With the highway lights spinning into a blur
I gain my strength within my vision
I lose it in mid-flight
It is how it is, wether or not you concur
Please don’t strike me with your stupid superstition
I dream of a place called home
As I fly in flashes
I have got lost, not knowing where to go.
Through the world of wake,
Where people paint their happy faces.
But are we really going places?
I’m sitting on a train, waiting in vain.
In a naïve hope, that someday, something will come.
You need to serve no master but your ambition.
To free yourself, train your mind into an unguarded intuition.
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