Quickly, run as fast as you can.
"From problems and facets
And real estate assets,
From bruised memories
And hurtful deities."
Maybe, then, just maybe,
You can outrun the tide.
But who knows?
Today might be the last day
Of our lives.
And here, over the edge,
Is where I choose to stand.
Not you, though.
You're running, running
To who knows where?
But you have to run faster
To fly.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
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