No more questions, please.
No more tests.
Comes the day you say, “What for?”
Please- no more.
They disappoint, they disappear, they die but they don’t…
They disappoint, in turn, I fear. Forgive, though, they won’t…
No more riddles.
No more jests.
No more curses you can’t undo,
Left by fathers you never knew.
No more quests.
No more feelings.
Time to shut the door.
Just- no more.
Running away- let’s do it,
Free from the ties that bind.
No more depair, or burdens to bear, out there in the yonder.
Running away- go to it.
Where did you have in mind?
Have to take care: unless there’s a “where,” you’ll only be wandering blind.
Just more questions.
Different kinds.
Where are we to go?
Where are we ever to go?
Running away- we’ll do it.
Why sit around, resigned?
Trouble is, son, the farther you run, the more you feel undefined.
For what you’ve left undone
And, more, what you’ve left behind.
We disappoint, we leave a mess, we die but we don’t…
We disappoint, in turn, I guess, forget, though, we won’t…
