Further and further away from the problem

Walking down the tracks

Tears falling from my eyes

My face burning with anger

I fell, in a fit of hurt

No one was there, but me

What if I had kept walking?

Would the problem be solved?

Walking, walking

Further away from myself

Unable to know who I am

Running, running so far

Every step, losing so much

I can not turn back

Walking so I can find

Something I had lost

I did not know then, what I had lost.