follow north with your nose

sometimes i want to cry, and cry, and cry.
i suppose everyone inflicts their own struggles on themselves,
and sometimes follow selfish ways by pulling other people into those as well.
there is a time to be easy on yourself, and one another.
there is a time to be harsh.
but when you're all strung out, how do you know which is best,
and how do you turn around?

there is a place, on a hill, where you can't see much.
you see houses, and a busy freeway, it is the city don't forget,
but it's become a small place for free will, free thoughts, and free air.
i believe the strength of that air, is like true love.
love greater than all we understand.

keep places like these.
not to yourself - for you are meant to share sanctuaries with the world,
rather keep these places dear to your heart, embedded in your soul.
for this may be the only answer to how to turn around.
bend your knees so wind won't take you down.
and stretch out your arms like a scarecrow, for how else will you keep struggles away.
abandon your dishonest desires and ruthless struggles, replace them with that which you know to be everlasting.