It's an endless road, straight ahead of you.
Walks of life, you might say.
There's no escaping, nor avoiding.
Yet you see yourself continuing this journey on your own.
Why? It's simple.
You live in the past and your own presumed sorrows, assuming that no one knows.
It's a matter of choice. People move on, they move along.
Everything but stop and turn, look back, give you a tug, pull you along.
It's everyone for themselves.
All you have to do, is learn to let go and start moving, and never stop.
It's not worth it. For no one will empathize nor sympathize.
What you feel, does not matter. It's what they feel.
Sounds easy. Just be conceited. Be selfish.
But why is it so hard to actually do it ?
Fuck.
