On the turnpike, I am lost.
Looking for a sign, anything to signal I follow the correct path.
Is that a road I have crossed?
Is this where I began?
Looking for a sign, anything that signals I follow the correct path.
Like a siren at the scene of a crime, the voice in my brain screams.
This is where I began:
with an insatiable desire to live out every one of my dreams.
Like a siren at the scene of a crime, the voice in my brain screams
To never give up the wish I am pursuing,
this insatiable desire to live out all my dreams
will surely be my undoing.
On the turnpike, I am lost.
A green metal sign advertises a diverging exit.
Is that a road I have crossed,
Or has a new adventure begun?
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