Wisdom is his worldly gain, dancing away
reaching for dreams riding wild and free
down that freeway of life he rides carelessly
his mind blows like the breeze silently
no one to sway his ways no one to care.
Once in days when glory reached heights
life melted like water running free
down that freeway of life where roads go on
once only in timeless rage, will signs be seen
leaving the road, that leads somewhere.
Like a wounded child lost alone searching
you find that place you never left, your freeway
running through your system faithfully every day
till the day you stop having dreams, and your
heart stops beating and those beautiful roads
you kept racing for years, just seem to have
left an empty space.. Once upon a time!
