rocketeer

I've always been the type to suffer from post-holiday blues, and this year it is no different. That familiar sinking feeling, if anything, is slightly worse this time, and as I take my first step onto home soil, I can't help but feel slightly displaced. Perhaps that's what escapism does to you - it makes you feel uncomfortable with reality. I heave a heavy sigh and try to distract myself with a book, but the words don't seem to form any coherent sentences. My thoughts are filled with resentment, resentment at having my carefreeness robbed of me. All I want is to get on the next flight out of here and never come back..

But then you come along, and as soon as I hear your voice and see your face all my inhibitions about coming home start to fade away. I hold you in my arms and I know that this is where I belong, with you by my side.

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here we go, come with me

there's a world out there that we should see

take my hand, close your eyes

with you right here i'm a rocketeer