My dear, my dear, please do runaway,
To your papers and books and brushes all day;
Heed not to the lies society feeds,
Just disappear, oh please, oh please;
The tangled webs these people create,
Will wrap you up in a world that's fake;
It will muzzle and choke and make you bleed,
Darling, don't follow wherever they lead;
Break off on your own, create your own path,
Decide what you want and do not look back;
They will try to stop you with doubts and pleas,
My dear, my dear, I bid you to flee!
M.
