Going Away

What if you feared dying every single night?
Would you consistently take flight on your kite?
Do what was right, fight with all of your might
In or out of sight of the white knight?

Does the softness of your hands fear love?
Do they constantly shove?
Does the will from above,
Put wing to the dove or bring reminder of what your dreaming of?

Does your heart deserve a place to take root?
Or are trying to run away with the loot as they shoot?
Fear being an old coot, so you dodge and you scoot on one boot
Hoping that the point becomes mute

Will you befriend the Druid's dark horse?
Or petition for a rapid divorce?
Seeking the source with the greatest remorse
Desperately avoiding the course

Is dying truly that bad?
Remembering all the fun that you've had?
Will you look really sad, weep just a tad or simply be exceedingly glad?
That you're no longer a cad or a lad

How long will you hold on to the rope?
Do you have enough hope to keep your eye on the scope?
To make jealous the Pope?
Will you forget how to cope or play rope a dope?

They never promised you life would go on
To face each yawn of infiniti's dawn
But you can lay on the lawn whether pawn, fawn or prawn
In the yard of what has already gone

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