Walking Away

From this place of comfort I can see
an unfolding future,
a probably destiny.
Change looms on the horizon for me.
A pound of potential, an ounce of uncertainty.
It’s all deja vu, bordering on the cliché.
A future that will become a past one day.
If I show the fear in my eyes,
I will be driven down and lead around by its lies.
If I take a plunge, no concern for survival,
I could suddenly find myself at an arrival.
On the edge of a future
nothing like a past,
experiences to add
to the memories that last.
A time to venture to places never dreamt,
beyond the days gone past, where I slept.
If my future present is better than my past
will I have what it takes to hold on & make it last.
I’ll never know for sure
if I don’t reach out & try
I could find riches untold
or I could eat shit & die.
Either way I don’t want to keep living in this lie.
So let me shake your hand,
pat your back,
write down your address,
so I can throw it in the trash,
look you in the eye
and tell you goodbye.

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 2000
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