and you could run away
to Portugal or Ireland
and you would probably find your way.
press the fast-forward,
and maybe things will be different,
you could be living in London
and counting the cobblestone streets
and driving on the left again.
Or maybe Rome,
rushing along hectic and crushed
in the crowd.
you could imagine
a new life and it could work,
you might even find a warm bed
to lay in,
you could take a chance
on that less-than-a-chance,
but would you be happy?
Author notes
please note: I am not considering running away; if I were, I would take you with me.
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