I want to walk into the sunset
Far, far away from here
Find a portal for myself, whisk away to somewhere else
Far away from here
But my dear what then?
What will become of you I think
I’m the crutch that you lean on
The weathered plank that you pace on 
Ironically your prop so hardy
Has grown a rift, become foolhardy
A fissure sprung in my core
Where it must mature into rings
Of mellow age and other things
But the cleft, a secret break
Hidden away has slowly swelled
With snaggy splinters, spiny edged
Letting in light that I had lost
Golden- yellow, shimmering, quiet
And it has cleaved the crack some more
More and more clearly I see the door
Where the gleam keeps pulling me
Towards the sunset thrilling me
Far, far away from here.