Fly Away

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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