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Some days I dream of running away,
only I do not know where it is I would go,
and I fear that the world would take me for a ride
through the marvels of peace and of woe.
Some days I plan on running away,
but not into the woods nor alone down the road,
rather into the skies where I know I will reign
if I choose to get used to the truth in the odes.
Some days I think of running away,
though the kingdom of happiness just doesn’t exist,
so I get to the gates filled with sorrow and hate
forcing smiles through tears as the world insists.