To Get Away

You make me want to buy a one way ticket to anywhere, anywhere but here.

You make me physically shake at the thought of ending up stale and staid, here, sitting here, still here, ever here, as you have done, decade after decade after decade.

You make me want to jump into that fast car and not even consider what may lie at journey's end.

You make me want to win it all then lose it simply so that I can say that I have lived.

You make me want to push my being to the very bounds of its existence and see just how much it can take before it breaks.

You make me want to get away...

...before it's too late...