Run

I used to have this plan
that one day I'd run away.
Not like how it usually is,
packing my bags and going
out into the cold night
stowing away on an empty
freight-train.
But one day I'd move
far away from here
and anything remotely familiar.
I'd re-invent myself
not be the boring me
I used to be
but a new a wild me, unafraid
of the unknown or dark alleys
I guess that plan died
when I learned how to love
how to grow attached.
Perhaps it simply sits dormant
waiting for when I need to
Run.