Run

To pack my stuff,
Put it in a suitcase.
To pull open the door and leave.
What would it be like,
to pack my stuff and go?

What would it be like,
to hit the open road,
one step at a time?

To be carefree with my life.
To make my own decisions.
To go my own way,
whichever it may go.

No one to look up to
No one to answer to.
Answer to myself,
Look up to myself.

If I ran would I be free,
or am I wrong?
Would I be free,
or would I
still be trapped?

[A/N] Written in church when I should have been paying attention.

Written: January 2009