Living at different places. Evading into various spaces. My compass has broken, I'm losing the way. An ongoing madness has led me astray. My past breathes down my neck and it seems now that all I can do is go back to beginnings when all lay ahead. A fading illusion now plagues me instead. I follow elusive paths... Oh, it seems they've been written in stone. And the door to a new life is closing so fast. Burning the bridges will not bring me back.
I know that in me there's still a place that fulfils me. A sanctuary here that I call home, where I run to when winter descends. If I try, can I find solid ground?
Or am I just wasting time?
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