Leaving

Today I find myself thinking

About a certain day, 

The day I go away,

And free to walk my way. 

Now this has been my great desire

For many years prior;

It seemed a matter dire,

Now, here, my days expire.

 

It seems in every crevice, 

There is a memory precious.

And only now I admire, 

As now my days expire.

 

Here sitting and wondering,

Very close to slumbering,

How could I have so much loathing,

For the place where I was growing?