The Dead End
Big Bear Lake Iâm here to escape I havenât been back in twenty years And it looks quite the same But different as well When we go back to the place we once loved We not only are there But are witnesses foreseeing the event of the recapturing of the soul that faded long ago Youâre born and reborn again and again Because every time you hold onto the sentiment you once knew From your abstract idea of your forgotten location You drift closer to your old being Your old being, being someone you grew apart from Two decades in the past Itâs inevitable that we will view things differently than we had back then Every minute wasted is a whole other journey in which nobody has experienced before Every journey is never the exact same in its course of path In its remorse of wrath Although the result stays the same The only reason it doesnât is because at this point in time, you are an entirely different person You found new lovers, new album covers Hung high like a giant sequoia with no mother
And whenever you decide to leave yourself presently and return to the one buried deep When you decide as a tree leaf to fall a myriad of feet down to the ground Present becomes past and past becomes a new beginning Though a new start doesnât sound quite as glamorous as the embodiment of an old memory Itâll still be a chapter to remember for forever Whether what the lines between spark yesterdayâs guilt or tomorrowâs euphoria or todayâs melancholy You live through the tribulation because you live to suffer and suffer to keep sane all the same Every chapter is a chronicle of speed bumps in which nobody has read before The pages are what guide you towards lands you have never been, people you have never met, and dreams only your unconscious has seen Routes will lead you in directions with no dead end in sight eternally And it will feel like in each page, youâll encounter what hasnât been discovered Whatâs frightening in some way because you turned left instead of right or backward instead of forward You couldâve gone the path you hadnât chose and the chapter wouldâve contained memories you never got the chance to deeply know Except the result would have stayed the exact same The result was the dead end
