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I wrote the wrong metaphor.

This is no cliff,

this is a field of greens, 14 inch nugs brandishing in the wind.

And lord knows I worked hard to burn it!

No one else here knows what it is to earn it!

I want to rush away from my home and start living

the life I always dreamed of,

the only one that made real sense.

Me.  Sun shining, alone in my apartment,

with my notebook open.

I am not sad to be going,

I have always felt the river flowing,

and I alone know what it feels like to stand on the edge

of the scariest journey ever taken.

But this is no cliff!

Simply a gift,

leaving you all behind.

I've got towers to climb!

I've got people to find!

I've got thousands of things I want to write,

and I have given myself that chance.

So I'm gonna go dance,

in that field of green,

which all my life I've been cultivating.