Another Day
Debbie BennettI played hooky for a day
Trying to escape
This psychological erosion
But I didn't know the way.
Still I had some place to go
To leave the city noise behind,
Trade motor cry for bird song
Where weeds dare to grow,
And animals don't have to hide
And I can be alone.
No man could find me there
Though I'm sure that some have tried.
I had a question in my head
And although it was unclear,
I came to find an answer
But I raised more doubts instead.
No solution to my pain
No way to fit into the mold,
Or find a new direction
And yet I'm glad I came.
To feel the currents play
And watch beside the trees
I did not find answer
But perhaps another day.
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