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On the run
written by GeishaGirl08:25 AM 3/6/05| I look over the hill I see no light a shadow casts upon me. I look farther only to see nothing I keep on the run, hoping my troubles will vanish. My troubles aren't able to vanish, as quickly as I can erase myself. They seem to follow me where ever I may go. Should I stop? Should I face them? Should face their words? Should I face their punishment? Questions play through my mind like an unblemished tape. They say I can’t feel, they say I'm like Frankenstein. Than why am I on the run? Pack my bags I'll be gone by sunrise. Another city, another town, who knows I’ll never able to settle down. I’ll never be able to find my love; I've become accustomed to this life on the run. Though I know the thought of meeting people, then leaving people is no fun. But I do often ask; am I forgiven? My sanity is driven and driven, tested and test. But what stops me is knowing that maybe one day I can settle down. Maybe in a prison cell or maybe in a room with padded walls, who knows what this life will give me. |
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