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 track to track Worn down to the sole. One road is paved in gold One road is just a road. Boots that tramped from track to track Worn down to the sole. One road was paved in gold One road was 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. So throw off your stupid cloak Embrace all that you fear. For joy shall conquer all despair In my Blakean year