Now and then the thought occurs
That I should get away
But no, it's not this place I'd flee
it's me, the one who fails.
As if some thousand miles could free
my being from my soul.
Yet something yearns within me now
Whether wrong or right
To bury past and present here
And be gone into the night
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 5:21 PM UTC
Now and then the thought occurs
That I should get away
But no, it's not this place I'd flee
it's me, the one who fails.
As if some thousand miles could free
my being from my soul.
Yet something yearns within me now
Whether wrong or right
To bury past and present here
And be gone into the night
