Untraveled roads
traveled on tip toes I wonder while I ponder all that's left in the point of over yonder
maybe the grass will be fonder?
maybe the air will be cleaner, clear oceans and bright blue skies
most roads to nowhere fill these notions with resounding lies
maybe you can't see through the cracked glass
would it make me a fool to expect our roads will cross
am I suppose to sacrifice it all...