Sometimes I think, where am I leading to,
Had some dreams for me, am I leading to,
Standing in the middle of twenties, standing in middle of path,
A train to catch on, from the bower of wrath,
An easy path to go on, outside the wish,
Or to take a turn against the swish,
Unable to understand, unable to lead,
Moving towards right but against the creed,
It’s tough to follow but sometimes tougher to take the call,
As I witness the fog in fall,
Quite unclear, quite surreal, Quite a love,
I dream more against the current verve!