greener pastures

Written by: wayland bunch

Fleeing into dark night, I run
A truth not wholly accepted
A promise breaking as I write
One story ends, one rejected

I question my decisions now
Fleeing into dark night, I run
Rejection sets me on my way
As to wishes I did have one

The broken mirror reflects all
A dream remaining but no time
Fleeing into dark night,  I run
Only one madness to my rhyme

I run far, always looking back
No hope remains under the sun
Great sentiment jolted off track
Fleeing into dark night, I run