Lengthening.

Lengthening all the thoughts that hide my doubt.
I´m the kind of guy always on the search for a way out.
Gone I´ll be, I feel it now,
not a shred of freedom in my voice
to shout.
Just a weak echo of youths last bellow.
An ember of a soul,
 lengthening a line of ash.
Last goodbyes will be signed in tearstained ink.
Away with me.
Some other desire or unwelcome dream.
Atleast it rolls hushing and owning my daytime troubles.