Thawed

“The best way to predict your future is to create it.” ~ Abraham Lincoln On this road Cleared with assumptions Bedded with expectations Paved with good intentions Driven with certainty As winter comes Here you find yourself snowed In somebody else’s dream American You’ll never understand what is Good life Your ass too used to the soft Bath tissue and corporate spot From which you questioned too much of the unquestionable Spilled too much of the confidential Revealed too much of the government by and for People like you if they were lucky We used to exile and send the rest On this road Wearing new face Bearing new identity Sharing new name You needn’t have been driven far As summer comes And you return to dream Whether it’s somebody else’s Privacy of suburban footage Just as before Nobody knows You after All Maybe you’ll understand Anything can be done again but What can be undone and What can be better than this Good life ~ Thanks Always Returns