Along The Road, In The Morning
And when I looked at the sly, it said;
"Your hearts are burst, glowing red,
You guys are filled with private breath,
Your fret is leading you to wreath."
I wandered around the sky and thought:
That "I am the master of my life,
And you of yours, you have no hold
Over me to tell that in my strife."
And after this, three weeks had gone,
The literary power in me had gone
And I was stunned by the fact,
That I hadn't obeyed nature's pact.
And they were right- the sun and sky.
In endless, fearless, numbness; O my!
I couldn't presume my faith again,
Unless I suffered the equal pain.
So, once I started my life anew
It was fantastic-nature's crew,
The sun and sky and sky and sun,
Both were happy in the thanking;
Along the road, in the morning.