In my own, free highway
The highway which i'm well-trodden
Each any every interchange of life that I have walk on
There's obstacles and detours that I need to clear off
Or I'm just being alone here
Sitting and waiting for my, dearly, rocket to come
Taking me farther away from danger
Potential danger that I have to face, everyday.
Well, my life is like mathematics
I hate it but i need it
Confusing like algebras
Squiffy like arithmetic
No one bothers it
Just like I have walked through the light of Middle Ages
When everybody ignores calculations,
But finally I believe in causes, but it is a pointless point of view.
The highway and mathematics
Mixed each other exactly the way they should be
In some other way, it combined thoroughly
To find a solution in me.
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