Wet Clothes on my back
no clue nor fact
of where I am going
I don’t care
as long as its anywhere
but here
I’m on the road to paradise
I hope its nice
Coz I am not turning back
I’m going to look death in the face
I want to be anywhere, anywhere but this place.
Walking on the cold hard streets
I’m not thinking of food or what to eat
I just keep on walking and pushing until I
reach that place
Where my existence disappears without a trace
Hoping that I stumble upon a new life
In search of something more than what I’ve got
For a need of significace rather than just follow by
what we are taught
Can’t feel my legs or my arms but I am
going to keep on going
Until I get there, that place I’ve been knowing