The road is long,
But I run
Faster than the sun.
I leave a note
On my bed.
Minds fill with dread,
Questions asked;
'Is she dead?'.
No mommy,
But I do not wish
To come home.
I feel too alone.
The road is long,
But I run
In the blink of an eye.
But where does it lead?
To peace?
Shall I run back
And cease?
No.
I shall run more,
Leave the others to scorn,
So mommy knows
My heart is torn.
But now
The road comes to end.
Sirens,
They fill my head.
They run with me.
Those men.
Chasing me
For fun and glee.
But they finally catch up,
They sound much louder.
For I see mommy,
Looking quite sour.
She brought me home
Near the morning hour.
I lie in a daze,
My mind is a haze.
I wake up in bed,
With the sound of rain.
But today's the day
I do it again.
Nov 9, 2023
Nov 9, 2023 at 4:35 PM UTC
The road is long,
But I run
Faster than the sun.
I leave a note
On my bed.
Minds fill with dread,
Questions asked;
'Is she dead?'.
No mommy,
But I do not wish
To come home.
I feel too alone.
The road is long,
But I run
In the blink of an eye.
But where does it lead?
To peace?
Shall I run back
And cease?
No.
I shall run more,
Leave the others to scorn,
So mommy knows
My heart is torn.
But now
The road comes to end.
Sirens,
They fill my head.
They run with me.
Those men.
Chasing me
For fun and glee.
But they finally catch up,
They sound much louder.
For I see mommy,
Looking quite sour.
She brought me home
Near the morning hour.
I lie in a daze,
My mind is a haze.
I wake up in bed,
With the sound of rain.
But today's the day
I do it again.
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