Putt, putt, putt
Stuck in a rut
Give me a coke & rum
Do you have hitchhiker's thumb?
Stuck out in nowhere
This is more than I can bear
Do I dare
To not care?
Hazard lights on the side
Of the road, seeking a ride
The darkening of night,
When will I see a light?
My feet are moving
But I feel like a parked car, proving
That I'm running on something,
Perhaps electricity or automatic wings?
I've lost my transportation
But during my meditation
I discovered a way to keep going:
Every movement is your heart's knowing.
So just ignite that internal engine,
You can do more than you imagine.
