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Created on: February 06, 2011
It would be so simple
No one would ever know
The end of this silly frustration
It's so much harder to stay than go
I could pull this car over
Remove myself from the race
Turn the motor off
And leave the keys hanging in place
I could open the door
And walk out onto the asphalt
Leave a note saying 'don't be sad'
Explaining that it's no one's fault
I could walk to the edge
Of the railing on this bridge
Taking steps to a sense of freedom
Taking steps away from my bondage
With the breeze dancing through my hair
I would look down at the river below
A chasm between two worlds
A haven from this monotonous status quo
With a leg over the bar
And then a second, I've crossed
Finding a straight forward answer
Where for so long I had been lost
My blue tie would flap in the wind
As my white shirt clings to my skin
While I smile for the last time
Knowing this is what I'll be buried in
And with the traffic rushing by
I would turn to watch them and it's pity I feel
Because they're all still stuck in that place
Where the most insignificant is all that is real
My black shoes would face me forward again
On top of this overpass I've traveled on
There's one last place it will take me
And then all I would be is gone
I would take one last breath
Inhale the sorrows of it all
And do what I never would allow myself
Just let go, let go, and fall
And my eyes tear as the air rushes in
But they aren't the same as those I've cried
I'm back driving on the bridge with the window open
I've been daydreaming all the way to the other side
It could have been so simple
Now that much I'm sure I know
That I could end all of this silly frustration
Because it's so much harder to stay than go
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