I have never once felt the rush as when I was running from those men
Never before had I seen things so clearly and never again had my memory been so cloudy
The stores I passed as my feet moved were in shambles, broken, rubble
Every thought I had was just of escape, escape from these men and escape from myself
Remembering the things I thought I needed just moments ago, but no longer cared for
No event in my life prepared me for the pain my pumping legs
And then I saw the truth, the people were nothing but my own fear and lack of responsibility
Lighting a cigarette I turn, face my own incompetence and find myself on a stage, in a crowd, on camera
The feeling of pride swelling in my chest
Holding the burning paper between two fingers I blow smoke into the air
Only to find the two men returning
Under my every thought, they return and again and again I must fight them off
Gladly, I run headlong into stupid situations just to show myself I'm unafraid
However scared or pained I become
There is nothing that stops me from becoming that which I need to become