United States
35° 33' 9.0216" N, 92° 55' 3.3456" W

I just want to go away and never return.
Stay free from all concern,
But deep inside I'm afraid I will crash and burn.
Possibly take a wrong turn,
And be forced to make that apprehensive return.
How I yearn to feel the bliss of perfection and ultimate satisfaction,
But every time I get close I face an infraction.
Then I'm forced to take action.
When will my ending be happy?
My spirit more scrappy?
When will that day derive?
Until that day will I survive,
Or need to be revived?
It's starting to feel like everything is contrived.


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