way up north cut short

Who would foolishly say there's gonna be me in this road.
Thinking of it not as it is but a memorial of a walk which has marked my heart "endorsed".
To it i have signed with all my heart and trust me there's no way i could correct it 'cause ultimately it's certain.
What's the point of the first premises then if it wasn't for this with- sense -seeming thoughts i entertain.
Now I'm empty taking the course of premature discernment.
Having no idea whether or not it will come that she'll stay the same.
The old meeting place must be dead silent this very moment,
'cause i wouldn't dare get there without her.
Nothing left but fragments of unforgettable past all done...
Intangible happiness.
Who has a huge amount of courage to complain.
I'm as negative as the sunset.
The sky is getting darker and calm.
My bike starts to sound like i need to fix it..
I'm turning back to go home and take some time for myself..
Leaving all these thoughts yet to be answered...