Sometimes I like to run away,
Away to secret places.

Away to sea,
Away to water
Away to where nothing ever falters.

I run away to a secret spot.
While there, I like to sit.

Sit and dream,
Sit and wish,
Sit and talk amongst the fish.

Sometimes I sit upon a dock.
While there, I like to cast.

Cast out sorrow,
Cast out fears,
Cast out all my aching tears.

Happy thoughts inside of me
Simply leak straight out

Replaced with worry,
Replaced with doubt,
Replaced with fear of standing out.

And in that state
Within my mind,
All good things vanish.
My life is timed.

"Ticking slowly,
Ticking fast,
Ticking away is my past.

I live, I breathe,
I sleep, I die.
In all I do is I, I, I...

I wish, for once, it was of you
And the amazing things you do
For I am small and worthless too.
Just **** me now, and that will do."

But then I think,
'Is that really me?
Are those the thoughts that my mind sets free?'
They should instead be taken away.

Away to sea,
Away to water,
Away where nothing ever falters.