Escape Artist

There have been days (there will be days) I plan

To run away and hide from everyone;

To make a new life under a new sun

And take a new name just because I can.

There was a time once when I almost ran:

When what was doing and what had been done

Became impossible; what I had begun

Had turned out nothing like when I began.

But since I stayed, and managed through the mess,

Since I found you, and joined your life with mine,

The plans I make are larger than before.

Now when I plan, I will not run unless

Your thoughts are folded into my design

And where I flee has room for one name more.