Stacking up my problems
On the cold, hard street
Looking for my focus
Trying to find my feet
Worried about the future
What's it gonna be?
Could it trap me down?
Would it set me free?
How about the past?
Is it shaping destiny?
Is it built to last..
Like a brick of history?
Does any of this matter
When you're in the moment
Could it weigh your decisions
Or crumble your atonement?
Maybe people think too much
Stack their thoughts too high
Perhaps it's just as simple as
Live true, live strong, love right
So I take to my chopper
And rev up the engine
I'll plough down the highway
And make my own ending..
I'm taking back the reigns
Writing off my debt
Living strong, in simplicity
Aiming for the sunset
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