Standing here on this path;
with myself, I just laugh --
to a yellow brick road, or humble abode
Where will I land?
Which way will  I go?
I'm ready, even though --
Destiny left me, or did I let her go?
Karma test me, but with her - you never know.
Fate calling, to many hang ups and a dead tone.
So to clear my mind of these cloudy thoughts,
I go to the  O'zone, where I'm all alone.

I'm feeling broke – like I’m Edgar Allen Poe.
Blowing smoke - just going with the flow.
Beating kicking, rocking back and fore,
Dealing with these feelings,
I’ve been concealing
got me feeling
Feelings, never felt before.