I think it’s time I go.
Where I take all my bearings and swallow them.
I take every ounce of me and throw it away.
I consume every pill, slice every ridge in my skin.
I think it’s time to break free.
To leave this earth, and to go some place I’m not quite sure of.
I’m not quite sure of where I’ll go, or who I’ll be after.
Perhaps I’ll wonder aimlessly in pursuit of coming back.
Or maybe I won’t want to come back.
You will forget me soon.
I think it’s time I go.