I dream about leaving,
Like others dream about winning.
I wouldn't take much along for the ride,
Or I'd risk leaving nothing behind.
But even just taking the clothes I am wearing
Is taking much more than I am daring.
No matter how little I take with me,
I can never escape from my memory.
And so I stay, as leaving would change nothing.
Or is this just a cynical and weak escape from running?
Does it take more bravery to stay or go?
The only answer I have is: I don't know.
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