Formosa Drive

Mountain mist. Bamboo leaves.
Ancient strings. Golden breeze.
I see the path. Clear and bright.
Moving forward. Into light.

In this space. I find the way.
Leaving early. Starting the day.
No more pressure. No more wall.
Watch the shadow. Start to fall.

Neon lights. Quiet nights.
Deep energy. New insights.
The path is wide. The line is fine.
This global road. Is truly mine.

Strong spirit. High wind.
New world. Strong base.
Watch the metal. Catch the spark.
We are driving. Through the dark.

In this space. I find the way.
Leaving early. Starting the day.
No more pressure. No more wall.
Watch the shadow. Start to fall.