If I were
a teenager I would run away.
I
wouldn’t wait until tomorrow. I’d do it today.
I’d pack
up my car with my dog and my books,
Turn my
back on my life without a second look.
I would
point my car west, and I’d never come back.
I would
run and I‘d hide and I’d cover my tracks.
Problem
is that no matter where I would be,
The
one person I can’t run away from is me.
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