Landscape

It’s a cold morning, and I’m here,
Surveying the damaged landscape.
Looking for signs of life, looking for something to salvage.
Looking for salvation.

It isn’t good, I know.
I see my dreams, they’re falling fast.
But this, this I can handle.
I’ve seen this before.

When things aren’t going my way,
You know, when my back’s against the door,
That’s when I feel comfortable,
When I can find my way through, through, and out.

This, this I can do.

The colder climate in Ottawa was something I truly loved, and still do, a few thousand miles away. This was about what fuels me then, and really, even still.