I don't think I'll ever go to Alaska. Not because I can't, not because I feel like it's out of my reach to go there, but more because I don't really want to. 

I want to do the things that I've been dreaming of, not just the things that are possible, but the things that I want most. 

To do that, I really have to get off my ass and start working.

I would love to shed the old me, the current me, that finds getting things done on a regular basis so impossible. 

I don't want to be that person anymore. I want to walk her off. 

Cut my hair so I could rock back and forth
Without thinking of you
Learned to talk and say
Whatever I wanted to
And I walked off you
And I walked off an old me