There is nothing left for me here, no job, school nor mother no place of my own. This town of my birth, can no longer be home. I learned all I could, Now I ****, moan and groan.
My love wants to leave, And so do I. Friends and family will be missed, but I must say “Good Bye”
After my voyage out west, I’ll be back in the spring, to explore the mysteries of life. Enoch it’s you I will bring. Will that not suffice? Mind refreshed for a quest. Together again, no longer depressed. A journey will be had, for us, Gods of men.