this road is frozen
slippery and there's fog
like life never clear enough
to always choose
to always choose
right or left
sometimes shadowy figures
appear blocking the way
stuff happens just happens
it seems
out of the blue or gray
meanwhile we are moving forward always
no choice in this fog or no fog
we travel making slight corrections
but always wanting to choose
landscapes coming and going
stop signs and dim lights
but always forward
relentlessly
maybe now a left turn
maybe not.