The path we choose to take is riddled with turns
Doubt starts to creep into your lazy head
As you think that maybe you took a wrong turn
This isn’t the way you were supposed to go
Things are not right just now..
Maybe you can turn around
Take another turn somewhere.
Maybe you said something out of turn
Or he didn’t like your lipstick one night?
He wasn’t meant to be with you anyway.
The path we chose to take was not the right one
So we veered a little bit
To the left.
Then the right..
Got a little lost in a forest
Because we got tired of paths.
Maybe we don’t want to take a path
Maybe we like life a little off balance.
Perhaps we like the storm
With its noise
And the power
That sounds like
It is going to kick our ass
Even though we know
It will do nothing
The colours of rain are beautiful
Don’t you think?