All alone tonight,
on a road to run at random in front of another fork again… Walkin' for years and miles,
on my eyes only a blindfold in front of another fork again…
I don't know where it could lead.
I take off the blindfold and decide for myself.
Choice is hard, my mind can't foresee.
And so I let it be…
How decide my way,
only a road to run at random.
I will blind myself and walk again...
I will spin so much that I,
I could lose my bearings taken by my fate.