You can't just turn around.
Everywhere you look, there it is.
Maybe you think you can pretend
Not to see what's on your way.
But one day,
There it is again, and again, and again.
The only possibility,
Is to step on that road very slowly and lightly,
Fell the soil under your feet and then
Give another step,
And another, and another
Until you have covered all that path,
Felt all the rain on your shoulders,
And the pain, and the fear,
And after you have shed all your tears,
You can say to yourself:
"Go a different way."