The paths we go
Sensations we show
Are they shaped in a line
Do we control
With heart and soul?
And my thoughts, are they mine?
Are my decisions
Just vivid visions?
Is it true, am I alive?
The bridles ends tight in my hands
And the view crystal clear
But the coachman's seat is wide
And he sits by my side
The horses in my back obey
You're guarding all my ways
Am I running free
Or fulfilling my destiny?
Are these questions worth the time?
What's the meaning of a dream?
Am I water in a stream?
What's the source of a rhyme?