Nomad
I could drive until the sun went down.
I could run until the the moon disappeared underneath the ground.
I'd still be in the exact same place.
I could crawl over mountain tops.
I could walk through farming crops.
But getting anywhere, wouldn't leave one trace.
I guess I'll always be here.
I'll always come back.
Because, there's always something new to fear.
And the phobia is better if I just keep on track.
Copyright © Hell Kat | Year Posted 2006
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