Turn Away
Four years. Four states. Four different countries. Different worlds. You can never escape. You can never hide. Four years. What has changed? So much...and yet nothing. You can never hide. You can never escape. You can never outrun yourself.
Little Jari, you stand on a hill and cry out to the heavens. You beg for a way out, a trail down to follow, but you do not turn to the guide beside you. You do not follow the path before you. You cry and you plead and you turn away. You run, and you hide, but you do not let go. You do not escape. You neither give nor take, you just...cry. When, little Jari? When will you let go of your own tail an take my paw instead? Little Jari, time is running out...soon it will be dark. Decide before the decision is taken from you.
Errr... sorry for the stream of conciousness....
Little Jari, you stand on a hill and cry out to the heavens. You beg for a way out, a trail down to follow, but you do not turn to the guide beside you. You do not follow the path before you. You cry and you plead and you turn away. You run, and you hide, but you do not let go. You do not escape. You neither give nor take, you just...cry. When, little Jari? When will you let go of your own tail an take my paw instead? Little Jari, time is running out...soon it will be dark. Decide before the decision is taken from you.
Errr... sorry for the stream of conciousness....