So much out there I want to do,
so much in here that holds me back.
A world filled with wonders anew
awaits beyond this gloomy shack.
The kitchen light is broken,
a bathroom tap is out.
The messy floor is strewn with
unpaid bills and doubt.
The cracking walls remind me
of every mistake I’ve made:
the lost loves, the many maladies,
the guilt that sinks like a blade.
What good is it? This dirty hut:
a testament to my misfortune.
I cannot escape this meaningless rut –
mere marionette to minstrel tune.
It gave me shelter and took my soul.
Every ray of light now taunts me
of glimmer and sparkle outside this fishbowl
that never ceases to haunt me.
I made the lists! I did the tasks!
But the saga is never ending.
Perhaps not without, but within I must ask:
is this hateful toil lending
itself to a better life, a better day?
Where I can escape and run away?
Or is the end that I so desperately seek
my very own, and this flesh is just weak?
I cannot stay. One of us must leave.
And since you are a house, it must be me.
I leave you now, to your own disrepair
and adventure a path out of this despair.
So much out there that I want to do.
No more will this place hold me back.
A world filled with wonders anew
to be explored with a lighter pack.