I want to walk into the mist,
never to return again,
away from all that I have known,
the love ones, the friends,
to be swallowed up,
by the road before me,
with foot prints,
tire tracks,
then up upon freight trains,
leep before the rains begin,
the lump in my throught,
no long goodby's,
just gone into the mist,
and life may drift on by,
never to be seen again.
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