Wings once clipped by routine
Soar high into the sky
Eyes that once were blinded
So waterless and dry
Flight to new horizons
Leave the boredom behind
Jealousy does not live here
Nothing more to find
A town that has one story
Pure solitary vine
One voice against all reason
Shouting over mine
No barriers to hold me
Escape is in my hands
My destiny awaits me
In better brighter lands
The sun it casts no shadow
Without this poisoned cloud
No darkness to consume all in
Nor suffocating shroud
This little town called routine
I bid farewell to thee
The boring days are over
You did this to me
One day I may return
Yet you will not recognise my face
For everything, you thought you knew
Has gone without a trace
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