The path has changed so much over the years.nNo reason to fret, just turn around and walk away.nThe glass of wine and the plate of overcooked food burnt too long. ...Paranoid about a fuck me dress.nRelishing in memories, twisting like fate.nIt's only a matter of time before this is destroyed. nThe bridges are too low to duck under and the fenced in possibilites seem too dark to see without candlelight.nBecause years have passed, visions have also.nDown under there's a devil, and no one notices.nAbove us are clouds that swing and hang down over a small town.nObstruction of vision is nullified by the elevation of the seats. nAn orchestra pit down under like Australia that catches fire from a match. nThe path has changed so much over the years.nSlimy, sticky leaves cling like leaches.nNo reason to fret, just turn around and walk away.nThe glass of wine and the plate of overcooked food.nI'll never run away again.nI missed thisn