This is not about love, for I am not in love

[tranceswirl]

The minutes are rushing past
The last, day is almost here
Nearer, then I thought
I have worked hard
I have fought
To get away
Leave it all behind
Then the calls come
To remind, me
of my fragility
My ability
to feel
To be real
Again
when I should be packing
Instead i'm stacking
Up the tears
and years on my face
in a race to the end
when I will have no choice
but to just voice
my opinion, and to begin
anew, a true, new place
where my face, has never been seen
where city streets are less then clean
thoughts stop
heart drops
from my chest
as the rest of the tears
race over my fears
making way
for a whole new day.