Road’s stretching out in every direction,
He ponders where first to tread,
Fantasies stretching out his erection,
Dreams from lies he was fed.
Where to stand, where to walk,
Mostly they just seem to talk,
About which way they want to go,
Progress is becoming slow.
Confused and lost amidst this mess,
He only knows where he wants to be,
Where he is and where to go ever less,
Sometimes, all he wants is rest.