Leaving Through a Window

How often we sneak out of life
We wait until no one is watching us
and then we make our move
Like waiting for a mom to drive away
before we walk away from our school
We search for opportunities to appoint
and disappoint ourselves
We flee from freedom into folly
and we act like it is the brave choice

We tread "into the wild"
like it is some romantic endeavor
It is crammed with pride
if we are honest

It is a vain attempt at heroism
We tread into the wild
but we keep an eye toward the city
because we want the world to see us leave
we want the world to think we're crazy
we want the world to want to follow
and we want the world to be too weak
to take the first step

We want to be better than the world

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