high way

Today’s yet another trial of mind
Will I accept the things that I find?
Will I fight the desire to still?
Or strengthen the hardness of a weakened will?
The day then the night and more to come
The dark and the light containing no sun
Focused on the road hypnosis sets in
I forget the fact of my driving
To what or to where it seems i see
But hypnosis can be so very tricky
We see what we want in these paved streets
Now ridden to death by marching feet
Trodden to hell and then back to earth
Risen from death and spoken at birth
A cycle, a wheel, a sentence so dry
Just before it’s spoken the speaker must die