False Speed

I've always wanted to walk away anywhere away from the sting.
So I have my means, but I deal with the road with destination.
So it seems; what is weak is the rule and the choice is blocked.
Even the word is desecrating the thought, long nights guaranteed.
It's always disconnection that creates a mistake - it is raw.
Share the happiness with nature starting from clean slate, at least, before I die.
All the way to where breath all started, on my own.