The time has come.

The bell has rung.

The winds roar from the sea.

Knowing not what’s next

May have most on edge,

But I feel free.

So the sails were set 

The ship fully loaded

away I would be.

Knowing not of my return

or what a month would yearn

I was ready to flee.

I’m sure later on

When I look on back 

At the choice in front of me,

I would agree.

I needed to flee.