Like the fork in an old dusty road
A decision to be made
I can’t be rushed, can’t be hurried
But bid my sweet time with whirlwinds
Mesmerize me with your charm
Invite me to explore
Bid me welcome, tempt me in
A fork in an old dusty road
I can’t be rushed, can’t be hurried
But help me on the way
I’ve built this wall, brick by brick
Trapped beneath the stones
Bury me in my misery
Stone me with my feelings
Harass me for defying you
For being independent
Is it such a crime to do it my way?
Such a crime to be myself
A fork in an old dusty road
Friday, June 29, 2007
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