Slipping on a tarmac road

Travelling a course that is miles away from the truth While I deserve a true colored personal booth Grabbing a pulse too big to fit into my palm While filled with absolute air, makes me feel a qualm Trying to be an everlasting good match While all my deeds seem a very wreck Trying to give all the affections from my cottage But all I do is an ounce to a kilogram needed All I try I find myself slipping while walking on a tarmac road!