You Won't Recognise Anything

A poem about what to do

There's nowhere to hide,
The pathways too wide
There's no way to slow me down.
Ill fall through the net,
My hopes will be met
With the tears of a newly proud frown.

I never recall,
Agreeing the rule
To do whatever they please.
Why must I appease,
Their hopes and their dreams
And their want to see me succeed.

I'll shake off this trance,
And travel to France
And live like an unshackled spirit
Tears will be wept,
And I'll say with regret
I'm sorry I just had to live it.

But try not to worry,
I'll be back, don't you worry
Ill see you once more in the spring.
I'll jump off a train,
And see you again
And you won't recognise anything.