There is not a lot to gain
If I plan to ever leave here
I might possibly go insane
If I ever get away from here
Sometimes I lie awake and think
That I desperately need to get away
That I'm missing an important link
And I really want to get away
But would it really be worth it
To get very far away from here
Would my very being throw a fit
Or will I be only filled with fear
I seem to endlessly wonder everyday
Of all the things that would happen to me
If I decided not to stay and go very far away
Would I be a slave or would I be set free
I guess the only way to know
Is to get away from this place
Whether I will be set high or low
I shall find out in life's race
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The Death Poems: Collection 3
ПоэзияMy third collection of poems about death, sin, leaving, unhappiness, etc. I hope everyone likes these as much as the other two collections.
