On the run

*On The Run* Hunted by my past, trailed by my shadow, Intoxicated by elixir of youth, I climb the ìrókò beyond the leaves. Wail of woes, dehydrated dreams Crushed in the battlefield of the deep; Love lost, hoarse voice, greying hairs. The wind slaps me cold, Drunk with evil pleasure, Sweet sorrow envelopes me; Then it dawns on me, I’d frittered the forest and harried the sea With eyes larger than my stomach While lost in the jungle of ambition. I have impregnated the sand and birthed blood; Now, Buried in the remnant of the night, Fame Is a remote treacherous valley of thorny roses. Wandering in the wilderness of civilization, The stench of my decomposing sins has found me out. A prisoner in my own skin, I must hide and run, And run and hide. Solace in firewater and ghettos, Like the hourglass, I must hit the highway And journey to nowhere. In the end, I can't outrun my shadow.