The path we walk
can be certain for so long
Towards the park
On the beach
Through the trees
The night we run
can be dark for so long
in the city
driving home
going to sleep
When do we collapse
When do we crumble
Where is my path
Where is my temple
I've been told to live on the straight and narrow
but I secretly cut the corners
I just want to know where I'll be in 10 years
Give me a sign like a neon light arrow
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