Grace

I've been
Just  waiting for something
I'd  take almost anything
I think that's a bad thing

With my suitcase
I'll  go any place
Even  to outer space
In search of a new stay

I  will turn away
From the shivering world
Though I am the child
Of that old and rotten place
But  I cannot know
From under the sun
Which I will choose
The real or the easy grace

I've done
Some things I would run from
If they could be outrun
But they'd outrun anyone

So when I go
I'll sneak through the window
Leave them a note that says
I had to go with the flow

I will turn away
From the shivering world
Though I am the child
Of that old and rotten place
But I cannot know
From under the sun
Which I will choose
The real or the easy grace