I’m about to spill it
To the white beard

I’ve learned not to put a lot of stock into it
Bridled hope is still hope, I think

I don’t know if I have enough strength
To guide the gallop or follow the map

I suppose my intended outcome is simply “better”
‘Cause I don’t want to drive today

All I know is that there is only one gear
For most of us these days, I fear