I guess I’m stuck inside the crossroads
I cannot get out and I don’t know direction
No signs around and I ignore the signal
If only I could visualise above my station
Roadblocks have been knocked down
Traffic police are waving us on
Train the thoughts on destination
Drive on to a freeway sunset dawn
I know I’m high under miserable clouds
I breathe the pressure with a faulty ignition
No mask can hide the face of panic hill
If only I could dream a personal mission
The red arrows fly like kamikaze pilots
Bright lines point to their nose
Plane the edges of your corrosion
Steer to safety with a healthy hose
I will escape the dirt on top of my grave
I can be reborn as a man with no superstition
No cleaver can hack the will of my intent
If only I can stave off the doubt ridden invasion
Roundabouts only serve to keep spinning
Each exit leads to a road to nowhere
Keep coming back to the centre of life
That is where you will find your secret lair
Cheers!
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