But you aren't my escape route
You are my coming home
In all the hectic of this wanderlust
And I keep finding myself
Setting foot
On the coastline of your love

we both watched them run until their bodies became to frail to function
they wore themselves out and broke themselves down into nothing
we behaved as if bystanders to some gruesome accident in the making
powerless in our capability to rescue,
but burdened with the weight of survivor’s guilt all the same

we both watched them run faster than we could keep up with
their arms pumped by their sides, their elbows shoving us away
we called out to them, we screamed:
"aren’t you getting tired yet?"
but our words were lost in the dust they created

we both watched them run farther away from us,
farther away from the unknown they were searching for so desperately
we both watched them run until there was nothing left to see

It's Done, I must escape.
Stretching, Straining, Burning,
Reaching for the sky.

It's coming out again
Forcing it's pitiful head
Out of the cage
I shoved it into
A long time ago
I surrounded myself with light
Brightness to ensnare the dark
But it has been sleeping to long
I'm fighting it
shining all the light I can
But the batteries are dying
And the shadows loom to close
It's slowly draining my color
Corrupting me
And I'm scared
That it will take over
Because after all
How can you stop something
You didn't even know started
Until it was already to late

Words flying around my head
Whilst I desire my bed
The motivation is no longer
But how can my dreams come true I wonder
As I think
In between my sheets
I break the promises I have vowed to keep
Escape this place, this tired town
How to not settle down
I don’t want to stay
But work is so hard, I want to wail
As my brain is fuzzy
And I limbs don’t work
I curl up , and embrace my future
Don’t work, don’t achieve
Stay in my tomb, that I have shut
The daily routine to carry on
Never stopping
My life never moving on
If I put in no work, I can’t go on
But how to give, when it’s all I've  been doing
All my life, my brain stretched and molded
And now I wonder has it all been for nothing
You’re smart, You’re capable
You’ll sail through
You’re pretty
You’re charming
DON’T YOU HAVE A CLUE?
It’s not enough, nothing is
I could give my soul
I can’t cope, I can’t achieve
There’s nothing left
I sleep on my tear sodden pillow
Hoping to wake up,
But hoping to stay asleep.

your head is always in the clouds
floating around, refusing to stay
tethered to the ground
"reality is overrated anyways"
so your mind lives within
the next month, or year,
or decade.
you've created a beautiful life
for your 19 year old self
it spends its days studying abroad;
half the year in Paris,
the other half in Rome.
and your 21 year old self,
it's always traveling
it goes on spontaneous road trips
and sleeps under the stars.
you're so focused
on how your life will be
eventually.
but the future is leaving, my love;
along with the present.

STOP!
CROSS ON GREEN ONLY!
ONE WAY!
WARNING DO NOT ENTER PRIVATE PROPERTY!
NO TRESPASSING!
NO LOITERING!
VAGRANTS WILL BE PROSECUTED!
DEAD END!
Oooh my, can't stand this any more sooo...

...Felt a strange urge
in my legs
jumped into my car
wanted F R E E D O M,
craved   F R E E D O M,
freedom away from
this imprisoning sign-city

Felt the true call of nature
Felt my natural urge to e x p a n d
needed my
ROAMING grounds
once more

Fled for o p e n country s p a c e s
where FREEDOM reigns
like, like refreshing droplets of spring water

BOLTED out of my car
where mother earth
cushioned my feet,
caressed me,
hugged me,
And go so far as to say,
even crawled into my jeans
and heard harmonious
chirping birds

Felt this strange twinge
in my calves
Ran like a deer
Ran into e x p a n d I n g  o p e n  s p a c e s
                                  flight
Felt my legs take
practically off ground

Felt twigs, grass and weeds
gently stroke my ankles and calves
Felt country refreshing cool air
breeze my whole body;
and whizz
up my nostrils
BUT SUDDENLY!!
I trip over something,
it's a rusty large sign reading,
"KEEP OUT INTRUDERS WILL BE PROSECUTED
PRIVATE PROPERTY"