At night they would dream of freedom birds.
Here goes for the long haul.
Something about forked rivers or roads, whispered into your ear from the onset of adolescence. Something about the nature of hope and it's love hate relationship with both success and failure. Sometimes you can physically see yourself in your future surroundings, and I couldn't, no, not here. I can't exactly place myself else where but I'll find one, I've no choice not to and that is motivation enough, or at least inertia.
Ipso facto, I'm gone.
Something about forked rivers or roads, whispered into your ear from the onset of adolescence. Something about the nature of hope and it's love hate relationship with both success and failure. Sometimes you can physically see yourself in your future surroundings, and I couldn't, no, not here. I can't exactly place myself else where but I'll find one, I've no choice not to and that is motivation enough, or at least inertia.
Ipso facto, I'm gone.