If you sit down and stare
at the marks on your hands,
would you realize that
you want to leave,
but you can't?
because you took too long,
things are different now.
Letting go would be harder for everyone.
Live to be 600, get a Ph.D
And maybe someday, somehow,
someone might be proud of me
they'll put me in a a Coke can,
chuck it somewhere in the sea,
blink a bit, wipe their nose
but as far as crying goes
I doubt that's a goodbye for me
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