Here I am at the end of the road and at the top of the heap.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The very end of me mom's road is the back entrance to Bray Head. Usually climb it when I get home.
That's where the money is, on the road.
I don't have a home. I'm on the road, more or less.
When I'm in the starting gate, it's just me and the hill.
It's like climbing a staircase. I'm on the top of the staircase, I look behind me and I see the steps. That's where I was.
I live on a one-way street that's also a dead end. I'm not sure how I got there.
I'm driven. I am. I'm driven for some reason. But I don't know where I'm going.
I don't know what my path is yet. I'm just walking on it.
I'm here in the mountains, in the foothills of the Catskills.
I'm on this road for the rest of my life.