This was a note i was going to leave for my mom one day that i had decided to leave (i came back within the afternoon). Anyways I was thinking of the freedom i would get, but also the longing of always wanting that stable home to return to.   But the person in the peom wants all this, but "silently walks away" at the end knowing that it just can't be. For this person, Forever, Eternity etc are almost like actual places -- through all the confusion and not knowing, these things have become almost reality.   This is "teen angst" poetry at it's height, but I have to admit, I still like it.
	RUNAWAY Somewhere along the        Edge of Eternity I feel the time of        Forever And somewhere along        Not-Quite-Eternity I'm not sure what I see Someplace nearby,        Along the Edge of Home I feel a Forever        Of Longing, And silently walk away.