Try to leave but I keep hitting walls,
In this never-ending room.
I keep walking but I can’t find the door,
And my steps don’t add up at all.
Feels like I’ve walked miles.
Feels like so much has changed.
I thought I was done with this place now.
I didn’t expect it,
I didn’t expect to feel this much.
Always seem to learn something new somehow.
Every time I think I’ve left,
Something creeps up to say that’s not true,
But I’m a little bit further than I was before,
I can tell from the difference in view.
This room’s the same one as always,
And yet, to me, it looks so different,
Is it the room or is it me that has changed?
I think I’ve outgrown this,
Can anyone help me find the exit?
I love this place, I really do,
But I think my time here is up,
I want to start something entirely new,
I need to restore colour in this monochrome hue.
Am I imagining it,
A rope that tethers me,
Pulling me back every time I pull away,
But I’ll keep pulling and pulling,
Attempt to break out of this,
Because I’m not sure how long I can stay.
I’ll miss the place, I already do,
A part of me wishes to stay,
But I feel like doing so will stifle me,
And I believe that isn’t okay.
So many times,
I thought I’d left already,
But every so often I wake up and see,
I haven’t quite left yet,
I’m still in this same place,
Am I ever going to leave?