I want to be going
To a place
To a place where I can rest
Where I can leave my life
Far behind
Where I can sit and breath
Where I can cleanse the soul;
Maybe, maybe not.

I want to be going
Far away from my world
To a quiet, still place
Where nobody
Is sick of my face
Where nobody judges
And nobody cares
About the mistakes I made,
All the bad choices.

I want to be going
Where the work I do is my own,
With dreams and ideas flowing.
Where every thought is an orginal
And every word a miracle.

I want to be going
To the place where I am happy
But
Do I want to be going alone?