A Way Out

Tue, 11/19/2013 - 09:42 -- xxparns

Am I good enough?

That's what I ask myself every day,

when times get tough

or I lose my way.

I might dream of flying,

but I'm stuck on the ground.

I want to make it big

but I feel trapped in this no-name town.

There has to be a way out,

a way to escape.

I need to find this route,

or else I'll go insane.

There it is!

I can see it in the distance!

And no matter what anyone says,

I'm gone.

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