Maybe If I go away, I can figure out
What my life’s supposed to be, and what it’s all about.
Maybe if I go away, I can finally tell
What it is that I can’t do and what I can do well.
Maybe if I go away, I can break the mold
Of what I’ve seen and what I’ve done and all that I’ve been told.
Maybe if I go away, I can then be sure
Of what I want less of and what of I want more.
Maybe if I go away, I can understand
What I should let go of and what I should demand.
Maybe if I go away, I can learn to be
Fine with being me, when me is half of we.
Maybe if I go away, I can leave behind
The life that I have here and explore another kind.
Maybe if I go away, I can seek what’s true
But just for me and not for him, and not for her or you.
Maybe if I go away, I can find a way
To express myself each day and say what I want to say.
Maybe if I go away, I can soon un-hack
A way to make ‘going away’, a way of coming back.
