• There is a road that leads to long,
    trying every day to ride it,
    wandering through a place that seems empty,
    speeding at any chance of making it,
    years gone by, not there,
    decades, not there,
    will there ever be a time to stop and relax,
    no, there never will be,
    rest equals stopping,
    stopping is demise,
    to the cloud that follows me, can't stop,
    breathing down my neck is the hardship of all,
    why say it is fine, when it's not,
    why say yahoo, when your crying,
    ran over time and time,
    as to be trampled with the asphalt,
    I will tell you when I get there,
    I will say when I am free and resting,
    I will rejoice when it is over,
    but until that time, I am too far away