Anonymous Part 2 - I'll Be Gone From Here Soon Enough
I've made up my mind at last
I found a way to live
Without the artificial joy
Of inherited wealth
I will leave here
Be gone from here
I have but a few hours
Then I go
I pack a small bag
Of things I wouldn't want to go without
So I can carry it around
And hold onto it, have something of mine
The window glides open
And I can easily jump through
My feet land softly on the grass
And I move quickly
The night air is cool
A frog chirps from somewhere in the bushes
The air is wet with tiny drops of rain
They land on the thin blades below my feet
I will probably grow tired
Of walking
But it must be worth it
It's what I'm gonna do