There's two roads
there's a thousand roads
where to go where to go?
It would be easier if one of the roads
were ugly and scared me.
But no, i'm not easy to scare.
I know where i wanna go
so i get on the train.
it's a pleasant ride
i feel good, entertained, amused,
i laugh, i cry, i drink, i smoke, i kiss, i hug.
But then...there's a bumpin the road,
a big stone.
The train is destructed.
Why?? oh...why me??
That damn stone ruined my life
i have bruises now, lost some sanity,
lost hair and colour.
But...deja vu...i put the stone there myself.
So i geton the train again.
And i think this time the ride will be completed.
but...deja vu...am i pushing the stone again?
