Walk Alone

It's never aand if you can hang in there long enough without even noticing the head wind you've been fighting, it becomes a tail wind. And where we may have felt alone, the idea pops into our heads that maybe that's not quite right. If anything, the wind at our back is now momentum is a partner along the way. That carasela still spinning, but somewhere else, some far off place beyond our field of vision. It's funny how at some point we always find each other. and i suppose now, having traded the caracels for the adventure, we can walk alone, together, us against the world.