Confused

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?