Forked Road

Through this sound, something from an old teenage diary comes through: dreams of jumping higher than everyone else, of endless roads, and of the fact that even if there is no one around, it is still worth going. The lines seem to be cut from drafts before the battle: a little naive, but with a stubborn belief that there will always be a small fire inside that will keep burning.

The melody carries this like a gust of wind on the roof - sometimes whispering about loneliness, sometimes pushing you from behind, reminding you that being yourself is even scarier than fighting. But that's where the strength lies: not pretending, not playing, but walking, knocking your knees down, and getting up again anyway.