One of these days I’m gonna leave this place
Pack up all my things and walk away
But what kind if space am I head toward
And from what am I trying to escape?
Maybe it is a part of myself and a person I no longer want to be.
The memories are too raw and fresh and not enough time has passed for my wounds to heal.
Even a warm sunny day becomes a source of sadness
As life continues along at a tepid pace
Monotony leads me to madness
And routine has dampened the spark in my soul