Running Away ...
Life is yet to be discovered through the untimely glory of the time Truth is yet to be unveiled through the killing darkness of sight You never really know the things,you are pretty sure about And often end up back bited by those once, you know will never part Then the hurt me sometimes becomes a blabbermouth, The knock-off me is waiting for a luck out, The real me is just another crapshoot , With the ideal me,a trade off between the both, The absolute me willing to be the both, While the unreal me cringing away from the cliche', Actual me is fighting with the virtual me, With the clunker soul running into the ground And the true soul acting to be sound My mind yells ... I want to run away from the living ... I want to run away from the breathing ... I want to run away from the world, I have created around me I want to run away from the routine big time binding me I want to run away with the whip causing pain I want to run away until the end ... Cause sometimes that's the o