Infected Direction

Wrong turn and consequences known
1,000 miles left to go
The short cut is longer and so slow
Shift from high down to low

Wrong way and going through a storm
Pedal pushed to the floor
Gaining on distance but losing time
Spiral out and I’m……

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Lost in my mind
I could see but I’m blind
I want to find where I can stay
Find my way

Stay true and do not deviate
To make it through the small gate
Fearful of the uphill climb
Spiral out and I’m……

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I’ve given up on steering, and holding on
I’m leaning on healing, not my brawn
Infected direction, changing route
For the Light to fade in, I fade out
Fade out, fade out, or I’m……

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