I drive down the memory lane
Swerving across dawn and dusk
Beyond dreams, some insane
Destiny mild, and at times brusque.
It rained last night, the roads are wet
"Drive Slow," is that what they said
And yet I let to be guided by my fate
Life is free, it doesn't get paid.
The tree calls out names
Loudly, sharply, piercing the soul
Of travelers who rushed towards fame
Losing their identities in the black hole.
The road is marred with hopes that failed
Pieces lie strewn in brownish mud
Through vivid promises we have often sailed
Sometimes shedding water, and at times blood.
I pick up the shards to build our castle
Of love, life and everything
We will be safe in this vessel
And listen to the song that you promised to sing.
Yes yes yes, the time is right
There are lessons to be learnt from this pain,
Let's not ever give up without a fight,
And I promise to drive you through the memory lane.
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