Friday, March 28, 2014

Run


** Another one from the summer of 2004.**

I feel crazy again. I don't think 'normal' people spend this much time thinking this deeply about stuff. Analyzing every move - or every move not made.


I come from a long line of
leavers.
My answer always to
run.
Run.
Let the fog come around me.
Who do I want to
be?
I am.
I am the new
me.
Fit for the new life.
Until it gets hard,
then I run.

Run
and carry with me
all the heavy past.
Make believe
I left it behind.
Bury it so deep, imagine
it's gone.
I run
and I'm not better off
than had I stayed.

Here I am
to unpack
the heaviness of the past.
No more make believe.
Too tired to
run.


I don't really like what I just wrote, but I'm not going to go back over it right now. BTW, I stole the first line "I come from a long line of leavers" from Cademan's Call.

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