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Running
You'd try to
loose yourself in the music;
the crashing
symbols beat out your old pop's shouts.
You'd choose
the oddest tunes,
just to keep
yourself from thinking of the past.
But songs
don't sing forever, no matter what they say;
so you had to
find yourself a better way.
You'd try to
cancel out the leaking roof
with tales of
heros with no doubts.
You'd go to
worlds that just exist
in pages, in
ink that'll always last.
But books
aren't neverending, no matter what they say;
so you had to
find yourself a better way.
You'd try to
fade away into cards,
loosing
yourself in each new round.
You'd search
for the toughest set,
just to keep
yourself solitary - alone
But puzzles
can be solved, no matter what they say;
so you had to
find yourself a better way.
You'd try to
forget, in your video games,
but however
far you delved, you could still be found.
You'd fight
the whole game through,
Just hiding,
shunning your blood and bone.
But all games
can be beaten, no matter what they say;
so you had to
find yourself a better way.
You try to
walk away - to leave it all behind,
the gentle
snow to hide your trail.
You'd run and
run and run,
following the
path that leads- nowhere...
You're no
longer a child, no matter what they say;
I guess
you'll have to run, to find your way.
But please
don't run forever -
don't forget
to check your mail.
Or run to
fast - and stumble,
and miss your
chance, somewhere.
You cannot
run forever - that's what they always say,
So run, but
don't forget your way.
I just want
to see you happy,
so fly off,
my sweet bird.
But don't fly
back to visit,
because this
world is your cage.
No one is
ever free, no matter what they say,
But I hope
that you can find some way...
I'll watch
you fly away, wish good luck,
and turn back
to the trappings of life.
Sometimes, I
want to run, too.
But my cage
is gilded.
Good-bye is
not forever, that's what they always say.
But, for
once, I hope they get their way...
I'll wave
farewell from my golden perch,
mind saying
scream, joints saying move,
But I can't.
I can't hurt you,
like they
did. Like Life did.
I'm sorry.