Not long ago I wished to leave
“The house where I was born”
Not long ago I used to believe
That this town should be scorned
In other years closed stores
Led to nothing to do with friends
Now going home each night, feels like a chore
And I don’t want these memories to end
Youth and high school I have known
Things once deemed so trivial
Now, how clearly seen
All of the simple principles
‘Mid the impossible decision
I no choice have found
At last through all its revision
I would rather go abound
I will bid farewell comfort and expected
I will bid farewell the usual
Heading to the selected
This fine institutional
Yet, though I had carefully picked
That complex, distant plan
One loved voice, could contradict
And call me back again
Though the predicament’s deadline nears
And application month comes to an end
With my choice I have nothing to fear
I can clearly defend
Storm nor surge should alter
My mind made up to be
I know I will not falter
This certain of degree