I'm leaving this town
heading on the highway going down
driving until the fuel runs out
walking as far as my legs will go.
I'm leaving this town
nothing left for me here but tedium
it bastilles me from freedom
keeps me from reaching my Eden.
I'm leaving this town
and you won't see me around
or hear any of my sounds
because I'm skipping town,
And I'm not coming back.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
