The Road In Front Of Me
There’s the yellow brick road,
There’s the empty throne,
There’s the safe with gold within.
Yet here I am
Laying down
to rest some more.
Maybe Later, I’ll fill
up to walking
to one of those places,
with success as promises.
There’s the yellow brick road,
There’s the empty throne,
There’s the safe with gold within.
My energy supply
has left me now.
So, I’ll sleep right here.
Hopefully, when I wake
I’ll have the energy
to get up and walk
to one of those places,
where I know
others are.
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