Chance Worth

Can I walk away for once? To walk away from everything I've ever known I want to give chance a chance For that everything I've ever built that isn't a home I do not want to travel to run away I want an imagination that could change my life Not that my life is so hard I couldn't stay Just that my life is a becoming constant without drive There simply isn't a new meaning anymore Can I un-know all that I think that I know? Everything is becoming increasingly difficult to adore Is an aging life subjected to go with only the flow? I grew myself everyday knowing lesser of me To look pass years without an identity I could've been a one identifiable to be Or perhaps an every once can only ever be a memory Can I ever walk away from everything I'll ever know? Am I not already living an everyday to chance? Am I a delusion mind with a body I only but borrow? Or have I already walked away beyond chance...