Hey, You.

Hey, you can tell the world you’re leaving. You can pack your bags and run amongst the cobblestone and throw them overboard, breaking your gait at the entrance while tugging snug on the hanging cord. Hey, you can tell the world you’ve gone and leave the rest behind. You can glance beneath the curtains and end the show that binds. You can chance it on a good day but can’t rise from under the covers on the bad. The world will call you crazy but I’ll just call you mad.

Hey, but you can tell the world you’re staying. You can leave a man to wonder and unpack your things for love. Straying from the wild dogs and steering clear of the push and shove. Hey, it’s your choice in this wild careless dream. You can race off to someone else’s version of heaven or hell or you can create a world from which you fell. You can push yourself on the good days and rest in silence on the bad. The world will call you crazy but you can just call them mad.

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