Pretty much all summer long there's been this constant knocking in my head. I'd listen to it, see what it had to say, but then shy away from it again.
So, it'd knock harder. Become more insistent. I'd start paying more attention to it, and really actually contemplate the path it'd lead me down. But still, there was some hesitation. It can be hard to leave what you know is comfortable.
But then I got to have a taste of what lies ahead. It's fun, it's really fun. I enjoyed myself thoroughly and the more I experience of it the more I want it.
I guess sometimes it's hard to leave something behind, when for so long it's what I thought I wanted. I did want it, or so very badly. But I know there's a plan out there for me, and if I follow it, it will lead me to happiness.
Just got to save up for some new shiny black tack...
