Forget Who I Am
Wake up, get up
Look outside the window ledge
The city booms with potential
But here I am standing at the edge
These good times
Only a train ride away
I could forget who I am just for a night
I could be a king just for a day
Run off, get off
The train into nothingness
The city is bleak and grey
An empty void of hopelessness
These good times
Only a train ride away
I could forget who I am just for a night
I could be a king just for a day
An temporary escape
Walking all night through unknown fields
As we gather bruises and scrapes
This drunken joy
The only joy I'll ever feel
These good times
Only a train ride away
I could forget who I am just for a night
I could be a king just for a day
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Forget Who I Am, which
was posted on Jan 9, 2011 by
Jee_Blue1875.
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About this poem
"The desire to escape from your grey and drab existence"
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Abstract, Lyric, Simple Rhyme
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