escape

I thought we would’ve escaped

I thought there would be a time
when we would get away from everything
when old friends would run into each other
many years from now
and reminisce about how it used to be then
and raise a glass to how good it is now

but there’s such a chill in my room
and there’s such an echo in my room
and sometimes I wake up sweating
thinking
that someone just said something
when it was only my own monstrous voice
catching me unaware in my sleep

so many roads were never taken
so many stories were never told
and sometimes I feel so old, so old

but I still think that someday I’ll escape
I just won't take anyone else with me.