Expecting a Little Too Much From the Wounded

Walk Away
...written on 2006-07-06, @ 4:09 p.m.

I'm pushing
So leave
It's no different
From where I've always been
It's the irony of my life
I'll be alone

This has no meaning to me...
Another raise..
But she knows I'm just there for my paycheck
I'm off to be a slave.. again

I am dreaming
More and more often..

dreams can be dangerous things:
they smolder on like a fire does
And sometimes consume us completely

i dont think i'll ever go back..
i think i'll just run away..
not just walk..
not just walk..

i could lay in that field
with the forgiving tree
casting his shade over me..
the sign of the deer
telling me its safe to stay..

but i stumble back to my house..
my prison..

i'll never go back..
i'll run..
not just walk..