Running past the dark alley
With wind chasing behind
As my footsteps adorn the path.
Only music is, the pumping of my heart
Only sound is, fluttering of my eyes
Lungs are heavily breathing, after the loss of fake ties.
But then i pause,
I turn around to see the long road I've run,
I can see faces of fake people in darkness
Their faces are too eerie
'Cause of the misdeeds they've  done.
And the wind is chilling,
The warmth is now gone
But i smile to see I've  left it all.
And i turn around spread my arms
And it seems my first flight!
With the thundering sound of my footsteps,
Disappearance of plight.
With the sweet taste of freedom,
The relinquishment of worst
I soared and conquered the iternal peace that was gone
This was isolation,but indeed in the most peaceful form.