Lean in, more deeply, When your instinct is to pull back (retreat/run). Suspend your doubt, When survival kicks in. This path is known (well-trodden), and It always ends with (in) love.
Yesterday, On our way back thru Yack We drove along On a bumpy and windy track On the side of the road Was a rundown tin shack Where the wind blew through every crack We drove gently by Trying to leave it intact On Bells Gate Road hid that idyllic track.