As strangers walk idly by,
Everyone’s faces buried in their phone,
I realise how empty this is,
Yet it still feels like home,
I didn’t have this before,
A pouring of soul,
Words as an outlet,
Keeping me whole,
I sit here alone,
An idea keeps me awake,
What if I don’t make it,
As my hands begin to shake,
But I close my eyes,
Reassured that I know,
The only way to conquer it,
Is to pack up and go.