Cruising up and down the hills
Rows of cornfields surrounding my view
Ahead a stop sign awakens my day dream
Slowing to a stop I glance in the rearview
Behind me are the miles of road I've left behind
Road blocks
Speed bumps
Signals
and Gravel roads
They all remain in my past and have made my trip what it is now
A stop at a sign with three ways to go
Each route has it's own path
Each route has its own set of
Road blocks
Speed bumps
Signals
and Gravel Roads
Deciding on my destination,
I continue forward, easing off the brakes giving the ol' rusty a little gas
Content with the cornfields and the road ahead
I'll continue onward, head held high.