Invisible threads were weaved...
All through the moonshine,
some silken clouds were interleaved...
Between a rock and a hard place,
Lost my soul sitting beside the fireplace...
Dilly – dally sometimes silly, played,
Forever knowing of the ending days...
Why? then why this pain...
Why? then why everything is a vain?
Closing myself... should I try?
Fleeing somewhere... should I try?
Hiding myself... should I try?
Running away... running away
frenzied running away....
But the question is where?
Where?
Where would I scarper?
Is it possible? Even from myself?
Running over the hot waters...
Why is it that I wonder,
forever at sea?
Why is it that I can never see?
Why is it that I wear,
careless rose color glasses?
Why is it that I am lost,
evermore in the impasse...
Running away... running away...
frenzied running away....
But the question is where?
Where?
Where would I scarper?
Is it possible? Even from myself?
Running away... running away...
frenzied running away...
How can I run away from me?
2 comments:
um.. nope - it is not possible to run away from urself. the words feels the strain. hope the soul gets calm soon.. :)
runaway! runaway! just flee...
bute where would you flee to? you tell me???
stand and face it,
you know how to, soon you'll find a place...
...a place to run to.
Post a Comment