"Running away- let's do it, Free from the ties that bind. No more depair Or burdens to bear Out there in the yonder.
Running away- go to it.
Where did you have in mind?
Have to take care:
Unless there's a "where,"
You'll only be wandering blind.
Just more questions.
Different kind.
Where are we to go?
Where are we ever to go?
Running away- we'll do it.
Why sit around, resigned?
Trouble is, son,
The farther you run,
The more you feel undefined
For what you've left undone
And, more, what you've left behind."
--Mysterious Old Man, Into the Woods by Stephen Sondheim.
Ya know, he's got a point there.
