Tomorrow, I run away
Tomorrow, I run away from here
There is nothing to keep me bound anymore, no restraints, no commitments
Tired of wasting love on those who feel no love
Tired of striving to achieve but accomplishing so little
Tired of a place of dead memories, of trace dust mites of mirth that once existed
Of something that was, something that would be, something that could be
But never ripened into fruition, but rather withered into black dust
Scattered, scattered into the decadent ashes of time immemorial
Of ancient pictures of people long gone, their lives untangled from mine
And set free, set to fly, set to soar away from here, to glide into the open arms of grace
And to leave me here, just here, just sitting here.
So tomorrow, I run away.
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