Running away.

I need to leave soon, to go far away…
Do I really want to go Alone?
My School, My Friends, My HOME?
Leaving just about … no everything behind.
Now I stand here, staring at the airport.
A girl is crying out front, obviously lost.
The planes touchdown. Empty, then refill.
Everything seems so scary as I walk through the doors.
No one calls my name, why does it sadden me so much?
Flying out of this world.
Everything I know.
Everyone I know.
But as I stand now, on a Florentine street.
The warm air and smell of produce from the market welcoming me.
Everything makes sense.
I throw my map and phrasebook in a trash can… then I walk away to get lost in destiny.
To the girl, standing outside the airport…
Afraid of leaving behind her Tiny, Boring world.
I beg you, BREAK AWAY FROM ALL YOU CAN!
Run away, through those doors.
Don’t think, GO!