I want to steal away-
All these lil negativities
Are pestering me-
Wanting more out of life
Than all these week old memories
I never seem to want to hold onto.

Can you believe me?
In youth so desperate for
A type of loneliness
Only regret could develop

And it eluded me,
Even after all these years-
Coyly turning the corner
As I entered the hall

And there never
Was a light at the end of that tunnel.