The Run…
Always in a haste, as if, life was running after me
While I believe others walk,
I run, I run, I run.
Always running
From I don’t know what?
To, I don’t know where?
Who knows where, I ‘m supposed to go?
If you had the address to that place
Where running will stop, and the moment like
A framed art- work will embrace me,
and I will let go and unwind;
To stare back as if,
I was okay, and life was okay with me..
Will you give it to me?
! Oui, l'adresse s'il vous plaît!
Run, run, will exist no more
And a tranquil Sun will cover my still unwind muscles.
And time will be my enemy no longer.
xo@u
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