I wonder if I’m taking flight
From worldly stress and inner strife,
And, since I feel no great delight,
I cut my ties with daily life.

If work had made me more fulfilled
Or else I’d had a hand to hold,
I think that that would have instilled
A peace with which I could grow old.

But hitting bottom winded me
And left me on the floor for dead,
And so I felt that set me free
To try to find the source, instead.

I could have dropped out, as in youth,
And yet I went the way of truth.

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