A light is glowing at the end of the winding path.
You just have to take it slow.
The faster you run the further it appears.
The only way to escape is to accept that which you fear.
I cry out into the darkness, having run so fast
it completely disappeared.
There is no more hope for me left here.
I have no chance to be saved.
Never rush what is needed to be done.
Do what is right and forget about the face
at which your peers believe you must hold.
For if you deny and rush, your light will never glow
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
A light is glowing at the end of the winding path.
You just have to take it slow.
The faster you run the further it appears.
The only way to escape is to accept that which you fear.
I cry out into the darkness, having run so fast
it completely disappeared.
There is no more hope for me left here.
I have no chance to be saved.
Never rush what is needed to be done.
Do what is right and forget about the face
at which your peers believe you must hold.
For if you deny and rush, your light will never glow
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