not a kiss from any of these here
not a song from anywhere close to here
not a dance from this city
not a love from this country
i know there's something more
the people here are warm
but their intentions are cold
i am slowly packing
my speed is the same
as the chains that are breaking
i do not know where i am going
but i know that it is far
across oceans
through vallies
and up a few trees
Author notes
Written February 4th, 2005
