CLOK BBS

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Cold be heart and hand and bone,
Cold be travelers far from home,
They do not see what lies ahead
when sun has failed and moon is dead.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Knock knock, open up the door, it's real
Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel
Go hard gettin busy wit it
But I got such a good heart
I'll make a mothergentleman wonder if he did it
Darn right and I'll do it again
Cuz I am right so I gots to win