I have desires
that I wish, honestly, I could move past it's not that I wish that I lived this way forever.
I don't, I hate the way I live.
perhaps it's not even that
I hate the way I live
so much as it's that I hate how I've been living.
dreams come and go and I suppose that no matter what I do
it'll just be that way
Like spring comes after winter
and the way that the leaves fall autumn  
"I've never been one to beat around the bush,
Or hide from my feelings"
he lied to himself; to everyone around him.
I've always tried to escape myself. Always
always
Just sit and listen to the stream
because
I'm too afraid to go back home.
I know I'll just drink and pack.