Some other time, some other place. That's where I'll be standing. A different place where I will feel the cool night air blowing. A different place where I will take out the garbage. A different place where I will lie in my bed. A different place where the sun will rise and shine through the window. Some other place where I will walk on different streets. Some other place where I will hear the birds sing. Some other place where I will get my coffee. Some other place where the walls won't have memories.
Some other time when I have left my home, my neighborhood, my city. Where I will leave behind the things familiar to me. Some other time when everyone else is gone, when it is just me, when I am alone. Some other time, when I finally realize the cost for all the peace and quiet, the adventure, the will of my own. Some other time when it will all make sense.
