My bag, half-packed and falling off my shoulder
The last few seconds slip away
Out of breath but life awaits
I always dreamed of this
Where would you go if it were free?
If you had no responsibility?
If it were a
Possibility?
I don't know where I'd go
But I'd be away from this smoke
With the air caressing my skin
Where the walls are suddenly thin
Somewhere I could run
A world that's real for once
Where life is precious but unguarded and true
A life that doesn't force you to do what it wants you to
A life that lives like I do
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