I'm tired
Tired of the silent books
Of all the empty looks
Hearts searching for freedom
Brains saying "not today"
Our bodies used to pain
The more we walk
The more we fail
Pretending we don't care
But I know
you're killing your brain
Feeling so close to scream
Go on it's not a shame
Try it this time
Try the one you won't ever say
Lie on the rails
Light a cigarette
Forget about aims
Run till you feel breathless
Now you know the happiness
Without money, pain
Without steps, faith
All you need is to say
"Yes, let's run away."

He calls himself a runaway,
A bandit, a thief, a liar,
But I have seen a sacred place
Trapped inside of him,
And he is just as human
As he claims not to be.

He wanders the backroads at twilight,
Whistling, wondering, waiting,
Watching for a double rainbow;
He’s seen six, and is living for the seventh,
“Another sin,” he’ll say,
And maybe he’ll never find it,
Or perhaps he’ll be released, somehow.

Running into happiness; running from any fear.
Running after the love we have that's, oh, so sincere.
Running into matrimony, setting aside the voices.
We plug our ears and close our eyes, jumping into our choices.

Then we arrive side by side at our destination.
I look at you. You look at me, and here we are still taken.
We are taken with each other, never to desire another.

We had roamed the earth to and fro, questioning which way to go.
Searching all the alley ways and searching all the corners.
Still, we kept on pressing forward.

No such luck; no such hope, sliding down this slippery *****.
"**** love," "***** it all," "I'll never find true love at all."

Then, the heavens conspire, all of the angels retire
To bring together hopeless hearts out of the muck and mire.

We lock eyes; our fate is sealed.
Our deepest wounds are about to be healed.
Taken by surprise. Lost in each other's eyes.
We thought our heartbreak would become our demise.

But, now we're running.

Running into happiness; running from any fear.
We're running after our love that's, oh, so sincere.

Don't tell me where we're going
I don't really need to know
As long as it's far from here
Just take my hand and go.
Let's not linger too long on the past
And please don't go too slow
For night's guise is our blessing
And day's revealing light, our foe

I want you to stay.
But why are you running away?

Freedom is the urge
That breaks out inside of us that makes us want to run.
An unseen Parkour of hands and feet.
Covering the threshold of walls and windows.
An key to an apartment
Of untold potential.
Seen as a window,
A causal gaze.
Things once seen as 3-D now seen  2-D.
Coming to the realization of just who we really are.
The desire of choosing to see things as brand new
A stillness of sorts.
A new brand of simple.
Holding on to a rail debating on whether or not to jump or hold on for a moment longer.
I.
The infinite compliment of the heart.
Choosing instead to run escaping,
The unfortunate pleasure of being chained in schizophrenia.
Gorillaz beating an untamed drum.
A constant pound, hands and feet becoming the ultimate form of expression.
The scuffle of feet over the sound of concrete.
Lost somewhere in the city.
Gorillaz beating an untamed drum.
******* my thumbs are up.
Unpaused ****** expressions, Revealing perhaps way too much.
A cup of cold noodles quietly waiting wholeheartedly.
Next to the gorillaz loudly stating otherwise.
Them.
The painkiller to an over twisted wrist,
Procrastination is a *****

Running away
all life spent, running
waiting for you to beg me to stay

running brings a sweat
shin splints, calf cramps
but it helps me to forget

I don't want to remember
my warm, safe bed
because memories of you haunt me forever

the smacking of feet
the breathing surrounding me
but this air starts to feel like concrete

because no matter how far I run
I simply cannot escape
because I'll love you forever, and then some.