With every passing day,
The events we anticipate,
Become harder to separate.
The truth of what we know,
Buried underneath,
Miles and miles of white noise.
Harsh personalities,
A severe lack of civility,
Make for a brutal clash of,
Opinions grounded in unfounded truths.
Leaving home is always half the struggle,
No matter how much we complain.
Every day that rolls past us,
Is another our lives stay the same.
Flee from this hopeless north,
In memory, mind and place.
It's no longer what we leave behind,
But what we stand to gain.
The more you know,
The harder it gets,
To make the best of every,
Forced relationship.
The hopeless north.