so many

[guydevere]

things to say. and things to omit from this divulging.

i want to sing and dance and play a part.
to make a change and make a start
in the city.
i want to leave and move and get away.
this place has naught to make me stay,
or cause me stray from the idea
i am stuck to.
no doubt, as i am, i'll need some luck
to make it on my own.
won't take too long for me to see
the ways in which i thought i'd grown.

it's good to know i'm not alone.
even i'f i'm not at home.

staying here would be the end of me.

and, oh, to have a boy to share it with....
maybe not for a while though.
to tie one down and take him there
would be too not-my-style.