You ask me where I’m going
This load upon my back,
I’m setting out for freedom,
The only thing I lack.
You ask me who is calling me,
Along this Motorway.
My fears, my hopes are driving me.
I came, I could not stay.
Where are you going to?
Why ever won't you stay?
I'm on the motorway.
Until
my mind is silent,
Till the smile is in my eyes,
Till thoughts that are so violent
Are sensitive and wise,
I'll leave the town behind me
And go where I am led,
And when I reach a quiet place,
That's where I'll lay my bed.
Where are you going to
So tiny and alone?
I go where I am shown.
I
took my bed and travelled
The map is in my hand.
Ten thousand miles of motorway
Before my promised land.
The sun is sometimes burning
The stars are sometimes cold.
But I must keep on moving
As I keep growing old.
Where are you going to?
What is your destiny?
That was not told to me.
Freda
Davis 2009 |
