My road seems vain,
a footway of uneven steps,
a path not rounded
The edges curve down
the trees not visible to my eye
the reason clear but the outcome shady
Please
Step by my steps
Help me curve the edges up
Help me shade the reason, and clear the outcome
For on the road
a soul on it's own
Is like a comedian with out his wit
a book without an author
a man without his dick