Minding his own and covering ground
Owning his fate, never been left behind
Finding purpose in hit and runs
As if he's reaching for the sun
Piercing through the vail that was yesterday
Places fade along the ride
Coming times in another place
Is keeping the dream alive
Movement, survival skill of the day
Old men do not grow wise
Unraveling is left behind they say
The virtue of being careful like ice
No mad thoughts as the nomad walks
The future in his eyes
Pushing through as if it never was
Serenity his simple device
The nomad walks alone
On the path that is his home
Minding his own and covering ground
Owning his fate, never been left behind
Finding purpose in hit and runs
As if he's reaching for the sun
Hinting what is around the bend
Hunting for the crossing before
Got to go, no time to mend
Stagnation gives a rot to the core
Piercing through the vail that was yesterday
Faces fade along the ride
Darker times in a long past maze
Is fueling the dream to drive
Piercing through the vail that was yesterday
Places fade along the ride
Coming times in another place
Is keeping the dream alive

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