I love spring in Minnesota.
It makes me think back to where I was last spring. Very unhappy with my living situation, far away from my family and good friends, and just crappy friendships when I was living in Duluth. Not to mention a job where I felt obligated to stay, living paycheck to paycheck. I took a huge gamble by moving but it all worked out and I'm very happy with life even thought not every day is perfect, life is really good. Changes are possible if you want them bad enough.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?