On this gravel path I strolled once again I was frozen, it was bleak and depressing. At least the falling snow was muting The sound of boring speeches.

Boring

And I'm strolling again

And I'm going astray

And I'm falling with pain

And I'm going missing

Since I try to be myself

Lost between heart and head. Something I learned once again.

Once again.

Escaping the days in wasted nights. Facing the ways I tried to avoid. Weaving side-to-side across downtown. Thinking you and I could be the same.