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