When you are all but clotheslines of yourself
Other people's dirty laundry
Hanging on your every word
Remember that nothing is your problem until you make it so
You are the ringleader of your own circus
So take yourself back
Take yourself back from the New York City skyline
From the romanticism of four hour traffic
Smog filled cities
And plastic skyscrapers
They are made for people who like bustle
Distraction
Get away
Hide away
From the pain of your unchosen decisions
From the kick drum of his heart beat
And just be
Free
