Streets

I've wanted to leave this place for a while now, but I don't think it's actually this place. Funny where life leads us, in directions that don't last forever. In directions that we know we should take a few steps back from. But what do you do when life keeps bringing you back to that same spot in which you backed away from? You turned and ran the first two times, but when you turned back around, ready to move forward the ending played out the same. There is no vear in the road, no cliche fork in the path, just one direction pointing straight ahead. You don't want to go there, know you shouldn't, but it has taken over. How many more times do you run back in the direction you just came from, thinking that somewhere along the way, something will change and you won't find yourself at that same familiar landmark in life. I know I can't change the past, it has already developed, unraveled, played its part in this unforgiving future, but I won't let it hold me back. I'm going to leave me for a while, instead of this place and I wish you would stay until I figure it out. Meet me there.