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?