I have a very strong need for freedom and independence. I hate when I'm put in positions that don't allow me to express and fulfill those desires so necessary to my being. For almost a year, I've been fighting the urge to take off running - get on a greyhound, disappear. Just run. Leave everyone and everything behind. I have no plan, no idea what I would do when I got where I was going or when I ran out of money. I think about how far I'd get with just what I have in the bank, what little town in northern ontario I'd end up in, taking a job as a waitress or a cashier at some little place to buy my next bus ticket, get to the next town.
And then I remember all those big dreams I had not so long ago. I still want to do those things. I think I just can't do them the same way everyone else does.
There's always gonna be another mountain, I'm always gonna wanna make it move, always gonna be an uphill battle, sometimes I'm gonna have to lose. Ain't about how fast I get there, ain't about what's on the other side, it's the climb.
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