Hopeful · Original lyrics · Fictional voice · Lyrics only
I drew a route in careful blue,
A line that knew where I should be.
The afternoon drew something new:
A patch of shade, a bending tree.
Unmarked road, unhurried turning,
Keep a little room for me.
Not every mile is made for earning
Somewhere else I ought to be.
I kept the map and changed the margin,
Added where we stopped to eat.
The smallest dot became a garden,
The missing name became a street.
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