Birthday Roads Are Rocky Road

Maybe head west, to seperate the best Go as far as dust travels less By wind nor rain will my ambition stop But behold! Naive Voyager... God will end your clock I might thumb to south flagging down cars Engaging with lonely strangers discussing Mars Red Dust be swirled and tangled free On this Earth, keep my running repetitiously To divide my best, Hear my guns roar Lying with Tigers uneven stripes, "what's the score?" Of black or white, orange dots Passing by on a camoflauge block Sometimes when I'm just walking My biggest illusions are failure stalking Me like a prey or like a prayer Back to those dusty lions in thier lairs But he who can leave will re-establish A shrine that may resembleth two tablets Just to break commandments, Oh here we go! A quasi Chrisitan/Atheist.. that's just so two weeks old!