These new boots deepen the tracks of old mistakes. movements have become routine, the old steps well retraced. Making a difference is always "too different"and it's people's faces not their mind that change.
We have become the ghosts in a town i used to live in (the voice in the back of my mind if i ever cared to listen). But this has all been said and done before. It's been done to fucking death.
What if an answer was never an end but only another question. There's no reason to be afraid of change in direction.