Turn back and be salt
Still
Over
Move forward and face it all
Thrill
Torture
Which road to take? which side of the fence to fly over? will i end up chasing stars, or be bitter in the morning, sober?
Running laps is just that, you're still going nowhere, but at least you know what lies ahead
the same redundancy, the fact that you're comfortable in the miles you tread
but concurrently, you can't help thinking about the path you left...
Maybe things are like the laps, in that they come back around to you
or you to it
the foolishness, of having such thoughts
I'd rather move forward blindly than stand still looking back.
