How seldom do we get the point,
do we make sense of those things we tend to avoid
and never conquer. We walk through the shadow
of the past and wonder why we're so afraid to look back.
Clarity, that's what we need as the years pile up
like some head on collision.
Steer us further from the closest exit,
from the point of no return until
there is no looking back any more.
Set us free
In this life, of this life, the only one I know.