It's my own fault - the tears I spill, the oohs & aahs
I have gotten myself into the stranger's deep track
I have come up with my own goals, and choices made
And now, I cannot get myself out of this track.
It has sharp slippery edges
this track
I curse those that laid down the track,
My patience will soon burst
and I hang my head like a bad schoolboy
The Track, with the track, on the track...
But why is it never enough for me - greedy me
Conditions, generally, in this track are normal:
noone to knock you, or drag you - no complaints, -
You want to move ahead - please do!
Noone is depriving you of food or drink
in this costy little track
I have convinced myself:
I am not the only one that has fallen into this track,-
Keep at it - round and round! -
And I shall arrive to the same place as everyone.
All of sudden someone yelled: "Let me go!"
And started arguing with the track out of stupidity.
And in that argument he burnt all his soul's warmth reserves -
and all the valves and liners flew off.
But he has fiddled with the edges-
and the track has widened.
Suddenly, his tracks have stopped...
The oddball was dragged into a ditch,
So that he can't get in the way of those of us in the back rows
Trespassing somebody else's track.
The trouble has found me also, my starter seized -
Now its not travel but fidgeting in one spot,
And I should get out, push - but I have no inclination,-
Perhaps someone will arrive and pull me out.
I wait for help in vain,
It's some foreign track.
I would like to spit out clay and rust
at this stranger's track
which I have deepened myself, and
thus killing the hope of all those behind me.
I broke out in a cold sweat to the bone,
And I just walked forward down the plank
And I see that the land has been washed out by spring creeks, and there is now exit out of the rut - salvation!
I spit dirt out from under the tires
Into this foreign track.
Hey, you, back there, do as I do!
This means - no need to follow me.
This track it's only made for me,
Get out using your own tracks!