#1937-Escape
19/11/2022
Start of a beautiful day,
But I can’t decide,
Which way to head.
It’ll soon be winter,
So maybe South,
A place for sun,
Peace, and warmth.
But that’s where,
All elderly folks go,
While I crave,
Being somewhat alone.
So on this mountaintop,
For now I’ll stay,
As it may be me,
From whom,
I’m trying to get away.
