In my blakean year
i was so disposed
toward a mission yet unclear
advancing pole by pole
fortune breathed into my ear
mouthed a simple ode
one road is paved in gold
one road is just a road
in my blakean year
such a woeful schism
the pain of our existence
was not as i envisioned
boots that trudged from trac to track
worn down to the sole
one road is paved in gold
one road is just a road
boots that trudged from track to track
worn down to the sole
one road is paved in gold
one road is just a road
in my blakean year
temptation but a hiss
just a shallow spear
robed in cowardice
brace yourself for bitter flack
for a life sublime
a labyrinth of riches
never shall unwind
the threads that bind the pilgrim's sack
are stitched into the blakean back
so throw off your stupid cloak
embrace all that you fear
for joy shall conquer all despair
in my blakean year