I want to go.
I want to leave.
I want to change myself into something new,
          something different.
Almost anything, just as long as it's not the same me
that I've been for so long.
I don't want to degrade myself,
but I long for a change.
Not something small,
but something huge.
Something grand, groundbreaking.

I wonder who I'll be.
I wonder what I'll be like.
I know I can be different.
I can be anyone I want to be.
This is a clean slate, a fresh start.

There is a strange feeling of freedom,
when you realize that you're clean,
and your mark on your surroundings,
has not yet been made.
The pen is in your hand,
and you are free to do anything you want.

I think parts of me will actually revert:
change back into something I was before,
or something I never really got a chance to be.
In the cliche I presently inhabit,
I feel limited.
I have been here for so long,
and interacted with these people so much,
that I actually feel like I have a role.
People around me know what to expect from me,
and anytime I do anything new or different,
they write that down (off) to a part of my personality,
that they've already documented, already labeled.
Here,
I am nothing new.

I look around at my familiar surroundings --
There's so much I don't know:
so much I never really bothered to investigate.
Yet unlike the other times when I noticed such a thing,
          -- this time --
I don't feel the strong desire to change the fact,
and learn what I did not know.
I just don't mind as much,
and am perfectly willing to move on,
past this missed area.

It's time to go.