PikeżAm I going the right way?
Or is anywhere I go where you want as long as I claim you?
Am I turning the right cheek?
How much do I have to pay before you let me through?
I keep looking for the wrong thing
When the prize is contentment
Am I satisfied or do I want another life than the one you know that I should have?
I want to be on the pike, not sitting in my yard waiting for a change
I keep looking for the wrong things when I should be looking at you
Your prize is contentment with a fire to spread your truth
When you let me learn of you it doesn't let me down.
If all I ever knew was you I would be safe and sound