The door northern

It would have never been said
I was told by my head to slow down
Clean up this mess
It would still remain to be seen
If my conscience could have stopped once from bothering me
I made a clearing
Don't make me go back
Hating what's done I'm waiting for this new fall season
I always wished it this way
But I never thought much about it
I always wished it this way
It's only the process that pays me
Who cares where we end up
I made the past out to be a prize
I made the past out to be what I need
What we have now is nothing
If we wait long enough
If we wait long and hard
If we wait, they say
This could be something