So this one day, I woke to find
Myself on some long road;
It was carefully paved and lined
And little traffic flowed
Then I drove onward, thinking I
Would soon know where I went:
But yet, no matter how I’d try
I was a malcontent
From knowing that I’d been asleep
When this road had been chosen:
And although flat and never steep
And smooth and never frozen —
Still I resented where I was
I’d not chosen this way:
So I slowed down to turn, because
In anger and dismay
I would this happy way foresake.
So I turned me around,
And found another road to take
And covered some new ground.
I’m happy now. Though, truth be told
It still looks much the same:
I only know that if it’s wrong
I’ve just myself
To blame
