Trail
Walking down the trail
Wind beating my face
Saw the birds flying like they had just been released from the cage
I used to be a slave to my emotions; I was in bondage
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When I overthink, I try to recalibrate
Go for a run; Though I know the problems I can’t escape
But when I race, and the wind beats my face
And I recall what I have faced
I know this will also be conquered; I know this is just another phase
The pain can burn to ashes or be a fuel to motivate
The memories never completely fade
Would you be fixated on the pain?
Obsessed with what relief might come from another day?
Or take it day by day?
The plan is already on the way
Whether my emotions are on board or they choose to stay
The clock is ticking, and the decision has been made
I am going down this trail or forging my way.
