We've been drilled to flee,

Since the moment we had feet

That could hit the ground running.

Once I knew a boy who looked at me,

And made me feel like the child I was.

He made me laugh till my face was blue,

But I guess that's why he had to go.

Everyone who was too good for this world,

Everyone who lived like him had to go.

And everyone like me stayed.

And that was how I knew to flee.

I ran right through lives, all fuller than mine.

I ran in a graveyard of dreams, none of them my own.

I ran until I had to stop. And now I stop.

I stop to calculate: what fraction of the whole?

What fraction of the people I've met?

And all of them gone, away.

And then I stop. I want to go away.

I want to run to where they've gone.

Someday I will stop, and travel to away.

But for now, now I flee.