Ah, to get away

Found this poem today.

Thanks be to God the world is wide;
I'm going far from home.
For I forgot in Camelot
The man I loved in Rome.
And I forgot in Kensington
The man I loved in Kew.
And there must be a place for me
To think no more of you.

- by Edna St. Vincent Millay


Somedays it's hard to escape our own thoughts.