driving in the fast lane, burning up a life
like firecrackers on Gi fox
a candle or a match lighting up
life’s path, you get to chose
we are all looking for some thing
that last wild place, to celebrate our time
soldier boy! spinning wheels onto the road to no were
duty done, wild thing, what a joke
this is all about compromise the mundane and glass ceilings
comprehension, always a half step behind
a puppet on a string, not my thing!
wind at my back, sailing along
