Part of me wants to run,
Run away and go join the wild horses,
where they stay, I do not know.
That part of me wants to fly amongst the clouds,
escape into crowds and be the mystery on the run.
There is no home in that.
This other part of me wants to lean into spoken words,
puts faith in what people say.
Lie down and roll over to have a sweet, simple life.
This part of me wants to accept what I've been given
and not ask for more.
There is no growth in that.
There is no third part, as there usually is.
It feels as if a middle ground doesn't exist.
There is no balance in that.
I am at war with myself without a clear cause to fight for.
There are no winners, just losers.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 6:59 PM UTC
Part of me wants to run,
Run away and go join the wild horses,
where they stay, I do not know.
That part of me wants to fly amongst the clouds,
escape into crowds and be the mystery on the run.
There is no home in that.
This other part of me wants to lean into spoken words,
puts faith in what people say.
Lie down and roll over to have a sweet, simple life.
This part of me wants to accept what I've been given
and not ask for more.
There is no growth in that.
There is no third part, as there usually is.
It feels as if a middle ground doesn't exist.
There is no balance in that.
I am at war with myself without a clear cause to fight for.
There are no winners, just losers.
I nearly cried to this one...it's been a long, long time since I've cried.
