When I go out of town, I get out of my character,
I am no more a sheep, no more part of the same group.
My mind slowly wakes herself, break out and wonder,
Into my memory, starting another loop.
When I go out of town, I can freely express my rage,
Against all these clones, even know it won't change anything.
I can also remember when I wasn't in a cage,
This times when I could show my intimate feelings.
When I go out of town, a part of myself is shocked,
Of my unproductivity, of me taking a rest.
Across the years I see a girl, slightly bored,
Of my wins in all the games, we were the closest.
When I go out of town, I look for solitude,
To get off the surveillance, to have privacy.
The time does his old job, rehashing my anamnesis,
Gives me sight of her, sometimes euphoric, often withdrawn.
When I am out of town, my heart is heavy, my eyes wet.
I see myself, back from school, the sing of an avocet,
Is replaced with police sirens, light flashes, and a fall.
I look down, smell blood, see her eyes, subject of my enthrall
When I am out of town, I stop my car, take out flowers.
I lay them on her grave, my mind comes back, stop to wonder.
I mark a point to my life, finally understand why,
She left this existence, knowing everything it implies