they say you write your own disaster
well sunshine I got news
odds are someone somewhere will go faster
or you’ll just wear out your shoes
see that carrot on your plate
did you pull it from your ground?
either way if crops should fail
the horse and cart are bound
freedom costs so I choose love
and so I pass control
to the one who sits above
and the one who rides below
my judgment may be questioned
I’m past the point of caring
just a self-suggestion
perhaps it’s time for sharing