In Error, Headed West.

There, isn’t a place I want to go.
Neither a name I long to know.
Neither the eyes, watching me.
Even the sighs, however lovely.

Breaking, sight with what I need.
Shuffling on so listlessly.
Tired, red eyes, plaguing me.
Stare at the sky, let it take me.

The wings I’ve grown for flight,
Take off without my might.
And as I watch them leave,
Dreams conceive.