i lift my shoulders and hunch my back don't look at me don't look at me don't look at me walking faster, heart racing, i feel the presence getting closer leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone i break into a futile sprint
it's not as though i can speak tell it to leave my sight tell it i have nothing left for it to take hope it believes me while i shove the final page of my story deeper into my pocket
i know better than to lie to this thing my legs are growing heavy as i try to outpace it but it's no use an experienced hunter, the creature waits for me to exhaust myself running from it, then moves in for the **** at least there, i have the last laugh- i have already died from fear
/Seven start the running at the shot of a gun one faulted behind six continue to run six kept the running till another starts to stall tripping over shoelace two clambered to a fall four kept the running four running strong come the first hurdle three running on three kept the running till a cramp came along two kept the running two going strong just one look behind cost one the finish line one kept the running past the cheer and cries one kept the running only one won the prize
I'm running. I'm running out of patience I'm running out of time I'm running from myself And All I do is cry. I'm running on empty I'm on autopilot now Breathing has become a labor And I just don't know how. This pressure is so suffocating I can't seem to smile I just want to run To Get away for a while. But these chains, they bind me here I can't let them down But I can't save myself I need you now. This emptiness is killing me I don't know where to turn And so I'll run into the sun And Away my soul will burn.
We run through golden drops of sunlight with reminders tied around our wrists memories in baskets of woven wind Tomorrow chases us as we chase yesterday The synchronicity of our steps becomes the rhythm of time lost in the streets of reality while navigating maps of wonder our lives are repelling forces that now face the immobility of our desire for freedom so what's left? Besides you running toward this morning sky and me, sinking in a shallow sea of words and puzzles, that time built for you and I