The days roll by like thunder
Like a storm that’s never breaking,
All my time and space compressed
In the low pressure of proceedings,
And they beat against the sides of my life,
Like fists against the sides of my life,
And the roads all lead behind me,
So I wrap the wheel around me
and I go out ( I go on )
Stormy days frame my lightning strikes,
and I nevermind that it is ceaseless.
Seamless, are the ends of time,
And they strike with fury against the stills of my life.
Illuminating each flaw and folly;
Electrifying all the promises that lie.
Every roadway ahead of me cautions my passing,
So I wrap the wheel around me
and I go out; I go on…and on.
ETiaN november 2008
Im pretty good, man