It's a Hard Road, and My Wheels Are Breaking Down

I’ve chosen a hard road One full of slings and arrows Regrets about what happened yesterday Anxieties over tomorrow I’m teaching the words To children who don’t care to hear Enforcing the code of discipline Before morality disappears I’m walking a hard road Surrounded by ice and fire Deciding between responsibility And quenching my desire I’m writing the words For Johnny Who Don’t Wanna Read Carving my memoir into the cave wall Where ain’t nobody freed The path of greatest resistance – The frontier, never taken – How can I gain my foothold when my confidence has been shaken? I travel a hard road, Even though I seldom leave home The ones indentured to their thoughts Are among the last to roam I’m preaching the word To a fantasy-congregation Still, I will share my testament If for a glimmer of salvation