I thought I was headed in the right direction, my dark passenger back behind the wheel.
But if I was so sure I knew where I was going... how did I get so lost?

"Vlad was right. There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line.
The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask 'Why me?' and 'What if?'
When you look back, see the branches, like a pruned bonsai tree, or a forked lightning.
If you had done something differently, it wouldn't be you. It would be someone else.
Looking back, asking a different set of questions."

[narrating] There’s something soothing about sweeping — the sound,
The small sense of accomplishment you get chasing the dirt and grime away.

℗ 2016 Fckng Serious

The time has come when all things shall pass, this good thing passed away.
Through the darkest hour, your grace did not shine on me.

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