I wonder what’s on the other side of the road,
Is it green grass or fresher pastures?
Or a mirror reflection of the antithesis of life?
While I wait here looking down the road,
I see a shepherd, pleasantly tending his flock,
and think of those burned bridges as I run down the clock.
From the other side, I hear my name being called
and those arms being waved,
and those arms being waved,
that awakens me from my day dream.
But the only question still running through my mind is;
Why did the chicken cross the road?
