My past that I didn’t want to face
and I kept running and running
looking back now,
I ran across some very unusual people
some very unusual circumstances
I never stopped
Even when I smelled the roses, the coffee
I still kept running

And now I see that I have reached the top,
the very top of a mountain,
and I see it all,
the life I led.

Standing here looking down on the life I led,
I can’t help but feel a little envious,
of the life that I myself led,
looking back with the sun shining on my back
and a tear in my eye

This accidental life that I led,
all because I was running,
away from something.

It might just be time.
Time to face that past,
that which I’m running from,
And stop running

Standing at the edge of this cliff,
perhaps its time,
to let it all go.\

Perhaps its time to take a leap of faith,
and let myself fly
and for the first time,
not away from something,
not towards something…
but to just fly..