Heading North - Irving

I can’t remember

When seeing faces

In clouds and in leaves

Became better than in places

And as the sun goes down

Turning purple, orange and brown

I’m pretending I don’t have a secret

Pretending that I don’t have to keep it

And though I’m heading North

Will I end up right where I started from

Where I started from?

I know the pages

Are turning fast

But I’ve read this book before

And this part doesn’t last

And as my head goes down

Following cracks and lines on the ground

I am looking a little older

I am lookng over my shoulder

And though I’m heading North

Will I end up right where I started from

Where I started from?