There is no names, no signs
There is no streets, no lights
It’s just a dirt road in the field.
My only ride is a western wind.
I’m so tired of suburbans
Can’t wait to get to the city.
This is my domestic disturbance,
Crossroads of the shame and pity.
Looking through the faces
I meet on my lonely way.
Are there still any places
That I haven’t gone today?
They are all different races
White, black, yellow, and red
But for me they're all smiley faces,
Just like in that book I’ve read.
Constipation of the thoughts in my head
Blows my brains out.
Generation of those who was mislead
Now makes a silent sound.
Why do we eat each others lives?
There's always a tree with leafs.
To feed ourselves we can’t be cannibals.
Why can’t we live in peace?
But there’s no aggravation,
No fights for the matter.
Just a dirt road I’m going
Searching for better......
I m riding never-ending road called life
© Copyright: Анна С, 2003
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