There is nothing left for me here.
Dashed dreams and
broken promises…
Things said that cannot be taken back…
I’ll pack a bag,
take a train, and run away.
I’ll run until the soles of my shoes melt,
Until my lungs can
take no more,
Until my muscles are on fire,
And my back aches
and burns.
I’ll run until my side splits open!
After all the running is over,
I’ll look back on
all the ground I’ve covered…
The waters I’ve crossed…
The forests, so
bright in Autumn, I’ve enjoyed…
The public parks I’ve visited…
And I’ll laugh
and say, “This is life.”
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