As I move along this Jaded biway
Gathering up all the discarded refuse
Of all the people freely moving on
With the scattered discourse of their lives
I wonder if they ever even realize
The wonderous  thoughts that materialize
In the minds - of those confined
To time upon time upon endless time

Let loose through the portals
Of  rubber wheeled time machines
The half consumed french fries
And the other assorted wrappers
From the king or the colonel or old MacDonald
To await the attention of me
Or one of my Band of Brothers
Stripe  garbed  attendants on a social mission
To gather up all that is discarded
Picking up all the pieces for a dollar a
day

Serving my time for some stupid crime
That I might never have done
If I'd been given the job... Like... Perhaps
Picking up trash on the side of the road
And for the feeling of pride - at earning my own

My life is a biway
Surrounded by a highway that’s busier Than ever and it keeps passing me by
You know I’ve never ever been this way
Locked away
Astray from all my other thoughts, sitting In my room, feeling like I’m in a box.

No one knows the struggles I’ve been Through
No one knows the hoops that I’ve jumped Through.
No one knows the oceans I’ve crossed,      God knows it’s been a lot. But either way, I’ll be happy this way

  They say that peace is a refuge, well I Think it’s hell, when you’re sitting alone Thinking of all the wrong. All the evil gets To you and you just don’t know what to Do..
(But then I pray)

I’ll be happy this way, God knows the Answers and I should trust His promises, Until I pass away, it may not be easy but Really nothing is