Only One Way To Turn

“I dream of faraway places,” wrote a man who felt like “getting away from it all” …

I dream of faraway places,
And often I take myself yon,
Like the time I longed to see Turkey,
A few brochures — I was gone.
I hope I do not appear flighty,
But the urge to be elsewhere is mighty,

Get away, get away from all of the nonsense,
Get away from the junk in the mail,
Get away from the loud television,
Get away from the leftovers, stale.
Get away from the chores that need tending,
Get away from the FAX that needs sending.

So it’s off to a faraway region,
Like a bird, I am footloose and free,
Still, the hidden problems are legion,
I CAN’T GET AWAY FROM ME.1

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