There's no straight lines from A to B
No compass does it show
It shows my life as it has been
It doesn't show me where to go
As time goes by the pages fade
Just memories of past times
At times the present's blurry too
There's just so many criss crossed lines
No pages show my future
Just blank, unfilled, unset
You can not have a road map
To things that have not happened yet
Some roads it shows are darker
Roads you'll want to use once more
And on other pages, blankness
You don't know what they were for
The map is everchanging
It's not always the same
You can blame the old mapmaker
It's your mind that is to blame
You trigger things with songs and sounds
And others you might lose
It's a map that should show where you've been
But it's no good without clues
A compass in the corner
Doesn't point which way to go
It's your life, there is no answers
You get to choose which row you ***
It's not an easy map to follow
Hills and valleys all around
But, somewhere there's a spot that
Is where your best can be found
A page that now sits empty
Tomorrow, will be mapped and show the way
But, it won't show you where you're off to
It'll show where you were today
So, enjoy the roads you've travelled
And the experience so far
For this is not a map you'll ever
Find inside of any car
As I said, it changes daily
There's only so much room for stuff to stay
So, remember just what's important
And make the bad stuff go away
It's not a map that can be folded
It doesn't show you where to start
But when you go and look back at it
You'll see your life was full of heart.
.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
There's no straight lines from A to B
No compass does it show
It shows my life as it has been
It doesn't show me where to go
As time goes by the pages fade
Just memories of past times
At times the present's blurry too
There's just so many criss crossed lines
No pages show my future
Just blank, unfilled, unset
You can not have a road map
To things that have not happened yet
Some roads it shows are darker
Roads you'll want to use once more
And on other pages, blankness
You don't know what they were for
The map is everchanging
It's not always the same
You can blame the old mapmaker
It's your mind that is to blame
You trigger things with songs and sounds
And others you might lose
It's a map that should show where you've been
But it's no good without clues
A compass in the corner
Doesn't point which way to go
It's your life, there is no answers
You get to choose which row you ***
It's not an easy map to follow
Hills and valleys all around
But, somewhere there's a spot that
Is where your best can be found
A page that now sits empty
Tomorrow, will be mapped and show the way
But, it won't show you where you're off to
It'll show where you were today
So, enjoy the roads you've travelled
And the experience so far
For this is not a map you'll ever
Find inside of any car
As I said, it changes daily
There's only so much room for stuff to stay
So, remember just what's important
And make the bad stuff go away
It's not a map that can be folded
It doesn't show you where to start
But when you go and look back at it
You'll see your life was full of heart.
.
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