Running away

Away from that place

Where the clouds were forming

Where the skies are raining

Where people were pushing

Out, away.

Trying to leave

The place I called home-

Get to the light.

Arrive at the place

Where the sun still shines.

I don’t know what's at the end

But it has to be better than here

I am tired of muddy feet

Running through

Running with passion

I want something better

New people

New ideas

I keep trying

To find these little things

How hard

You'll never guess

I find people

But they are worse

They push me away

Away from their place.

I run again

I do not know where

Where I'm going

Where I'll find what I'm looking for

When this will end.

I trip

And fall

And fall

And fall…

Empty pit

Void of a bottom

Roots and small branches

Break when clung to

What I would give to fly

And leave.

Never ending

It seems

Always falling

Never flying

Forever caught

In the eternal deep-

I'm expecting fire soon.

No hope

But the teasing branches

That hang from the sides

No purpose to try

To leave

This pathetic pit,

Fueled by the insecure me.

And, as if on accident

I trip again,

Catch my balance

On the edge

At the top.

The scene is familiar

I have been here before

I know this place well

I remember this place

But the sun is shining

And the people smiling

Thought is ringing

And my old home,

Home again.