The Escape

I remember the time you took me by the hand

"Let's get out of here." You said

Without thinking, I followed you

Into the dark forest and into the meadow

Where the flowers bloomed and peace hung in the air

We came here a few years later, relishing the last time

But now we're older, and things aren't the same

The things we did then seem silly now

The past is the past, it's time for the future

This meadow was our escape

It lays beautiful and alone now

Seeing that I'm too old to venture there anymore

And what would be the point of going without you?

Now in my last years, there is no escape for me

The End

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