It’s just a different morning

It’s getting to my head
I ain’t drunk, but I feel everything is blurred
Is it against the law to close your eyes
while driving on the Highway?

I might have missed the exit
But I have started to love the ride
Destination doesn’t matter no more
I hope I have taken the wrong turn

I have started to have fun while I climb
I ain’t scared of falling again, I await the fall
I feel like walking the country roads
I feel like swimming across the dirty streams

I feel like doing something wrong
I feel like doing something silly, naughty, little rebellious
I feel like just being me
Yeah…I don’t feel like myself, no longer!

Quest

Cry that only you hear,

Mighty storm forming all around that only you know,

Peace you find in the middle of a crowd, but only for a while

Oceans you try to cross, but you know not, to swim,

Inaction that tears you apart,

Mountains that only you see,

An extra mile that you have to go alone,

Is this a quest for the Golden Fleece or a futile pursuit?