Contorted roads twisted,
Matching wits with my mood,
What's this lonely feeling?
The Convertable Blues.
I'm a child's image,
That lost it's way home.
No more burning daylight,
The last of it's shone.
Though my position changes,
The stars all stay still.
Reminding me there,
is only so much free will.
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