I wanna go.

I wanna get away -

from everyone; everything.

I wanna find my own little individual path.

I want my pockets to sag with prosperity;

I want to find the one that likes me for my soul, as well as my outer shell, too.

I wanna feel that love.

Gentle fingertips on my back every night.

Life-changing kisses that stir up all my emotions.

I wanna feel that love.

The last thing I want to be fed, are bitter, dry memories of ignorance.