Who wants to run away?

Do you hear that? It’s the sound of jeans splattered in mud and snow, breath frozen mid-air, and unpleasantries muttered as wind like knives cut cheeks. Welcome back, everyone, to reality. Every day, waking up to find yourself stuck going through the motions. Ever feel like you’re just pretending to be an adult (a performance of a lifetime!) but no one ever yells “Cut!”? Because now that we’re back, already days past Add/Drop, stuff to adult just keeps piling on. Time seems to go by too slow, but when you look up at the clock at the end of the day, it’s already midnight and the cursor blinks on an empty page. Worse; days go by so slow, but at the end of the week you tremble and you wail because it’s Sunday and you have to start the week over already. Every night, before the clock resets, I lie awake in bed, and I think I hear a voice lulling me away… a runaway… 

You once told me you fear being awake.

But I hear there is a place; follow me,

Let’s hide away, away from daybreak.

 

Where you saw despair, now you shall forsake.

Trust me, dear, now you shall see its debris.

You once told me you fear being awake.

Because gray is the sky and happiness is told to wait. Wake!

Fear of the sun which drains all colour, like a rotting tree.

Let’s hide away, away from daybreak.

 

Following that nightingale is never a mistake.

Come, it is just over mountains and a single sea.

You once told me you fear being awake.

No more realities, no more heartache.

This place is special, I tell you; you as you are free to be,

To hide away, away from daybreak.

 

So take my hand and see all the horrors turned opaque,

What is there, you ask? What is it? It is a dream, dear. It holds everything, from A to Z.

You once told me you fear being awake.

So let’s hide away, away from daybreak.

 

 

 

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