Walk it Off

I'm going on a walk.
Don't ask me where I'm going, because I don't know.
Don't ask me how far, because I don't know that, either.

I'm running off my anxiety.
I'm running off my stress.

I'm running until my mind gives way.
Until it gives way, and breaks.

I need it to break into a new subconscious.
I need to forgive and forget.
I need to accept,
And move on.

My feet may ache, but I'm not stopping.
I wouldn't stop for the world right now.
Not with this tension.

I won't look back.
Not for cars,
Or the death of night.

Nothing could push me harder than what I cherish most.
When that's on the line, I'll do crazy things.
I'll drive myself to forget, so I don't have to think about it anymore.

I'm either going to be ignorant, or desperate.
I'll do anything and everything.

The only problem is...I don't know how far "anything" is.

Let's just hope...

It doesn't kill me.