Escape,
It's what I need.
I need to forget this town.
I need to find a way,
To convince the cinder blocks chained to my ankles,
to release their iron grips.
I look up and see the red.
Red.
Everytime I take a step,
The red follows.
When will the day come that I turn around,
And I see a peaceful, satisfying blue following me?
