… Just driving


Behind the wheel, and I’m driving slow
On the many different kinds of roads, meeting people I would never have known.

Stopping here, and maybe there
Walking on a path
Or sitting on a chair
I must admit
The world is open to me
And if I’m strong enough, I can become whatever I want to be

But I’m on a road
And I’m not quite sure
Of where it is I’m supposed to be

So whether I travel fast or travel slow
I’m don’t know where I will go

But one thing is certain
And one thing I know..
No matter in what direction I’m blown..

Someday I will find a place
And I will call it my home


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