Fugitive

Have not we at one point from something escaped?

Collected the pieces  and our broken heart reshaped?

Our name in someone s heart with blood engraved?

And that infecting guilt from our soul away scraped?

 

We all have been there, a fugitive on the run,

Sought  the moon in the blazing sun,

Gotten drunk in stupidity for it was fun?

And in circles danced and spun?

Dared  life with a loaded gun.

 

Danced with angels, in our imagination,

Believed in the process of reincarnation,

Given up to temptation, fed on lust,

Saw glory in that magical white dust.

 

Kissed by the moonlight, swam naked,

Felt immortal and sacred,

Felt like a queen or a king,

Blinded by innocence to sing.

 

I m a fugitive...and that makes me proud,

For i have lived i say that loud,

I have many times  escaped, sought the light,

And it s life s experience   that makes me bright,

For it gives you all you need to stand up and fight
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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