All I really need
Are wheels
Are wheels
And the fuel
To keep them rolling
Because somewhere
Is always a state of mind
And my mind is always somewhere
And where others see
Monotony
Or mundanity
I discover
Exquisite
Subtlety
It’s these places
Where we are most
Who we are
Where there are no maps
I keep faith
I’ll find my way
Where there are no roads
I keep faith
I can forge my own
I’ve wondered, too
Is this the nature of travel
Or the nature of me
And I have taken all of them
Some have called that heartbreaking
Some have called that courageous
I only know what Pascal told me
My nature lies in movement
Complete calm is death