The open road before you.
The gentle push I’ll give you.
Toward those who have much more to teach you.
So sure you know its direction.
Blind curves hidden from your youthful attention.
But that’s okay.
It’s fumbling.
It’s humbling.
It’s finding your own way.
You’re done listening.
Because the whole world is calling.
And my long heard words are falling on deaf ears.
But that’s okay.
Cause it’s fumbling.
It’s humbling.
It’s finding your own way.
That will gently push you back to me some day.
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