The contoured path winds in circles
And all along the trail
Those who choose to walk the path’s
Lives are growing stale
But straying from the road
A young man roams alone
Although the common path’s more traveled
He fears not the unknown
While the boy wanders through the wood
He grows further from the rest
Whose crowds continue to amass
While the zombies walk abreast
Conformity…
Stay from my elegy
You’ll leave only a hole
And the epitaph of my soul
The road less traveled
Lies pristine through the past
And the boy stops to view the nature
While the others walk too fast
And the path more ventured
Lays barren from the multitude
While the weak that chose to walk it
Still walk without a mood
Chorus
And the boy becomes content
While he walks the lonely lane
Yet those thought to be happy
Grow more and more insane
Chorus x2
And the conformists of the beaten course
Have felt their spirits wisp away
And they begin to wonder why
They did not choose to stray
While the young man’s soul roams free with him
Along his gorgeous track
While he pursues all the dreams he had
Which the others always lacked
Chorus
For what’s the point in lying,
When you hear your spirit crying
And your dreams are slowly dying,
And written on their stone
The words of the others
Are for once alone
Chorus
The contoured path circles back around
And those walking the trail
Have fallen to a new trend
As the crowds have all grown frail
But at what cost do we switch paths
When they all lead the same way?
At what cost do we conform?
When we’re left in dismay?