Morning full of dark
The first step towards escape
Dark, frigid air
Fly, fly away
Lands of dreams
Distance from this time
This space
This place
Off to a new world
New faces
New streets
New air to taste
My heart yearns
Images held in my mind
Encounters in my soul
Fly, fly away
To a world that could be home
Never to return to me
The me of now
The me of old

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