You dare to say you love me
Yes that story is lovely
Was that Chaucer or Barbour?
Though that tale is quite my taste
Just a fiction
What a waste
Read this letter learn these words
On my way
The horizon is where I am going
Your memory, map and compass I will be destroying
Stay away cause I am not returning
I'm not coming back
I know you'll want to keep me here
That is why I'll disappear
When you read this I'll be gone
Confused when you treat me neat
Quicksand, still, betwixt and between
Endless options, refuse to be one
On my way
The horizon is where I am going
Your memory, map and compass I will be destroying
Stay away cause I am not returning
I'm not coming back