guidance in the form of clasped hands
only goes to the stop sign
past that you’re on your own
sooner or later you gotta let go
cross the street by yourself
one foot after the other
find my own way.
armed with the knowledge passed down year after year
words of wisdom
but what if i make a wrong turn?
what if i have to back track?
how long will it take till I am finally ready to live on my own
what will failing feel like?
what’s the worst that could happen?
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC
guidance in the form of clasped hands
only goes to the stop sign
past that you’re on your own
sooner or later you gotta let go
cross the street by yourself
one foot after the other
find my own way.
armed with the knowledge passed down year after year
words of wisdom
but what if i make a wrong turn?
what if i have to back track?
how long will it take till I am finally ready to live on my own
what will failing feel like?
what’s the worst that could happen?
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