he maintained big strides
constantly keeping his breath in tempo
it wasn't funny, it wasn't fair"
his steps are getting heavy, weary
his eyelids are tipping over.
it has been a long time, but still im running
the streets lamps cast elongated shadows
each shadow overtaking him, then fading away.
no one has been able to keep up in this race
not one said he would be there and stayed beside for good
the town was already far behind, and yet home was still far ahead
the streets were liveless in the unearthly hours
not even a cricket was chirping
there was nothing more than the enveloping darkness, which is again, nothing.
huff. puff. huff. puff
its been a really long time. running away from this, from that
running away from all the happiness i can never forget.
running from that picture, running from all that i never had
and possibly can never have
all the misunderstandings. all the hurts.
all their nonsense and the senseless "friends" who switched sides
again there is nothing but darkness, formless phantoms
screaming accusations into my face, each having their new fabricated nonsense.
the only way again, was to run through them and get into the light
then again if i want to get home fast....
after each lamp they can terrorise me again.
running running past so many churches
so many things i've done and wished, so many backfiring plans
so wronged, so misunderstood
hope thats not why im running home
each lamp only shone so little
im already sweating profusely why cant anybody see?
why isit that i've to account so much
the world's my resposiblity?
im tired and im running
then again.
i might just be dreaming
