If I were to vanish,

Like a breath of air,

I'd certainly cry,

In the place called nowhere.

There's too much tying me,

Keeping me grounded on earth,

I welcome those ropes,

They hold on gently,

And fill me with hope.

I've got good walking shoes,

And there are miles to go,

There are smiles to see,

And happy tears to shed.

I'm not giving in,

I'll embrace the challenges,

And let those squeaky sneakers,

Get worn and muddy,

When my heart is torn,

I'll trace the rip tenderly,

And sew it back in place.

That's why,

I'd cry,

In the place called nowhere.