And Now, More Bad Poetry!
I'm leaving ihere tomorrow.
How did this place become so hollow?
I'm burning the bridges behind me
So no one can follow.
The last time I took a vacation
Is beyond my estimation.
My only choice is to go
If I want my liberation.
I'm stuck in this pessimism,
Bred from existentialism.
So I'm running to escape
My own totalitarianism.
Now I will honestly confess--
Though at times I may obsess--
I don't know if it's me or
This world that causes my distress.
As much as I want to be free
There's so much of this world to see.
So each day I'll just wake up
And try not to let it consume me.
How did this place become so hollow?
I'm burning the bridges behind me
So no one can follow.
The last time I took a vacation
Is beyond my estimation.
My only choice is to go
If I want my liberation.
I'm stuck in this pessimism,
Bred from existentialism.
So I'm running to escape
My own totalitarianism.
Now I will honestly confess--
Though at times I may obsess--
I don't know if it's me or
This world that causes my distress.
As much as I want to be free
There's so much of this world to see.
So each day I'll just wake up
And try not to let it consume me.