The escape

I am on my way to nowhere
nowhere seems to be better
and far away from here
that is all I need to know

It can not be tough
just grab my clothes, put them into the suitcase
write a goodbye letter
walk through the door
without looking backwards
as simple as that

Constants thoughts of a better life
and a worse life
were perceptible
on my way to exit

I could even write poems about it
I had the perfect way to express this latent fear
but it grew bigger than my desire to express
and be free

Irony is the daily bread of the dispossessed
like me.