The sun feels warm upon my face
As I sit and forget all but a trace
Of a life I’ve left behind
And I pay no mind
To the kind of fear
That may come near
As I sit and ponder the life I’ve left behind
And a choice is a choice
And I’ve chosen as such
To leave behind something that was simply too much
To live in the less
And find out the more
As I part from the things I truly abhor
In the life I’ve left behind
~RTB 3/13/04
