There were times when I was growing up
and my worldly troubles were bothering me,
where I couldn't face things life put in my way
so, my intentions were to pack, and then flee.

I know now, that the answer
wasn't running away from home,
all the mishaps, and the misfortunes
will follow me wherever I roam.

So, that set my mind to thinking
it does that now, and again;
but, life's always going to hurl bad things
that you still have to deal with, in the end;

and it certainly isn't productive
always hiding, or running away,
because, I still find myself having to face them
on some other innapropriate day.

Then, I came to a forgone conclusion
about myself, I can't speak for you;
but, I couldn't have even started to grow up
'til I started facing what I had to see through!