Is it the fear of commitment?
Or the fact that I don't trust?
Or is that I have no feeling towards
I've never paused before
During this run,
Because it didn't matter enough.
But I have this time,
Not paused but came to a
At the brink of falling
But yet I have started again,
And get away from the now,
From the possibility of a future.
When all you asked was the truth of me,
The real thing
And not just the interior or exterior,
The real heart of me.
So I've stopped again,
But I can't promise for long,
Because now you know my secret.
I run when I'm involved.