There's the idea,
Get up and leave.
Go on the path of your own choice.
God has got nothing to do with this,
But a hollowed voice always doubts.
I can run for miles,
Shards of glass for shoes,
Forcing me to walk my path,
Not with you but alone.
Run all I want I still need to hide.
Live with the spiders?
The monkeys?
Inside my own mind?
No much too cluttered in there.
Keep moving towards the realization,
That I will end up coming back.
A nature walk to find myself,
Only ended in my last act.

But that's okay,
The show must go on.