I want to flee the scene of sadness.

Fast forward to a surely better time,
or worse yet, playback to 'a when' i wanted to remain quite still.

But I have feasted on all kinds of bad decisions.

And now my time has come to pay the bill.

I’ve tried to run but it is futile.

I’m always apprehended at the gate.

So I’ll make  haste and scoot back home now.

My sadness doesn’t like to wait.