I Must Go

I must go.
 
I don’t know where I head, but I know the time has come.  When you wake up only wanting to hang out with your friend instead of doing the work that needs to get done, you know that the time is now.  I’m not sure where I’ll go, but I know it will be anywhere but here.  I’ve been dreaming of this for far too long, and each time I get a chance to leave, I become fearful.  Of committing to another case of settling. 
 
So now I refuse to try at all, and as a result my urge to live has begun to wither from behind the glass wall where I keep it encaged.  Seeing the life I want on the other side, but being afraid to try and attain it.
 
I must go Rick, before the drug of you runs out and is no longer able to sustain me.  The mountains are calling and I must go.  Thank you so much for being there, but the bell has rung and uncertainty awaits me.  I must leave you now. 
 
Maybe when I get to my happier, you won’t be afraid to join me either.
 
I hope to see you again.
 
As I dream it, so it will be.