I was born and have been around.
Heard that silent highway sound.
Now I’m grown and have been shown,
Time to reap the seeds I’ve sewn.

The world before me is the same,
For me there is no claim to fame.
I found happiness in the night.
In the stillness, all was right.

Plans were never the great plan,
For life, itself, was better than
Plans to live with goals in mind,
The goal of birth already behind.

Love of life is always there.
Sometimes I just stop and stare,
Thinking about the life I breathe
And of the soul way down beneath.

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