Could I really do? Could I get away? But a better question is, would you let me slide away. To a dark dirt road, without a sound. Only the cracking of animals all around. I'd walk and walk, slowly finding a way. Maybe days, maybe weeks. Would you really miss me? Or would I fade away Into the vault of your memories. The girl that could have been mine. His. Theirs. She could have been something, a killer or a cook. But instead she started walking down a path that no one should. Will only a bag on my back and pocket of change free me? Could it be so simple? Or maybe I'd be followed and hauled back to society's grasp. Maybe you'd come, maybe you'd go. But I'm still walking down that dark dirt road.
