It was all going south, fast, disintegrating in a blur of flawed decisions. Fueled by fear and bravado, loneliness and alcohol, and violence. There’s only one way out of this. That’s what you said. Offering death.
Instead, I turned and headed north – clean cold air, open landscapes, a new life, a new way of being. And you carried on pulling me south. I had to let you go on your own destructive way, and free myself.
I’m on a new road for a new day. Every day, going north.
Instead, I turned and headed north – clean cold air, open landscapes, a new life, a new way of being. And you carried on pulling me south. I had to let you go on your own destructive way, and free myself.
I’m on a new road for a new day. Every day, going north.
