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 only thing you can do,
Cause sometimes that's the only thing you should do,
Cause there is no alternative which you want to see
There is no perfect world where you need to be
There is no option to rectify the mistakes done
There is no undo to the things undone ...

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