True North by Final Perigee

I'm facing north
For my health
Choosing selfishness

I'm such a pushover
I never get to speak
When I start to express
It's suppressed back into my throat, I can't find my oxygen

Try to forget about it all
Forgive and let go
Even when true colors show

I'm facing north for myself
Not letting anyone else decide my destination

I'm not just a sandbag
To treat me how you choose
My inherent value will never bank on your words again

You'll never overthrow me

One of these days you'll ask for my advice
You bet I'll turn around and say you've got to just let go

• Experimental
• avant garde
• improvisation
• misc
• Fresno