Sail away

I have seen the signs.

Anywhere I go, old and new mistakes and memories of a past best left forgotten fill my head and overwhelm my senses, preventing me from seeing anything with fresh eyes.

That is a curse I don't want to learn to live with, for it's the death of any attempt at happiness.

It's time for me to travel away, overseas if need be, to another shore, far from here, far from where there is no future for me.

What used to be just a wish has become a close to desperate need. What would have been a year abroad could become a permanent move.

I must find another beginning, somewhere to start anew.

A place where I can set foot on safe ground without breakin anything.

I shall find a place to build something big, strong, with deep roots, so I can reinvent myself for a new life.

As there is nothing to do when you don't want to live with yourself, there is nothing left for me here.