Wayward

Some way.

Driving down the speedway, highway, midway, my way,

I see the burnt sky and it's taunting image of freedom 

Can I ever get out of here? Maybe not, but I swear to you, 

I'm willing to try so I can taste the bittersweet victory 

Maybe not the speedway, highway, midway, my way, 

perhaps wayward skies can try to console my soul and me 

So in time, I swear I'll just continue to drive, rubber to asphalt, 

and I'll tell you my adventures some other day when it's complete

Author's Note

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