Running
I see a bullet comin' at my skull
I'm running
I see responsibility, too much, too dull
I'm running
I see a system ringing corruption
I'm running
I see peril leading to disruption
I'm running
I see a hopeless, dire situation bust
I'm running
I see dreams on a self-collecting dust
I'm running
I see what I see, breathe what I breath,
I ain't tryin' to plea, nor think, I can't bereave,
Can't sink, I need to be free,
I'm teetering on the brink, I can't be me,
Only thing up my sleeve...
Keep on running!
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2011
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