Our Path

We all follow different roads in life.

Headlights bounce along the road as the windswept trees weave and creak.
This is the path for me, spontaneous and complete.
The road curves like a scythe, sharp and precise,
and I continue along this path, the right path, my path.

But we all have different paths on our own roads.
That weave and bend, dip, and climb, and occasionally dive.
Our windswept hair beaming in the moonlight
What a wonderful life, What a wonderful life.