There Might Be a Friend

It's difficult to look forward to something when you're certain the outcome will be tragic and there isn't any way you can change it. Take that bullet wound in you're leg you got today, for example, you knew it was coming, you followed your own trail to the exact spot where it would happen but despite knowing that that direction would yield poor results, why didn't you think to simply change the direction? It seems so simple, you think, but when you actually turn your foot away from the orange path in front of you, it always seemed to turn right back somehow.