Running

I'm running away but I don't know where  Can't find my way but I really don't care. And I don't know which way I might go I guess it all depends on which way the wind blows. But I'm running And I don't even know what I'm running from.  I'm just running I'm just running Running blind with no where to hide Running head on towards what I can't describe I'm just a running Just running Running hard away from what I am From what I've been just as fast as I can. But there's no where I can run that You won't see And no where I can go that I can't be Maybe one of the ones I'm running from . . . is me. But I'm running I'm running. Maybe I'm more afraid of stopping, and having to deal with me, Than running blind into, the devil I've yet to see. I keep running I keep running What makes me run well I don't know I can't be afraid because it scares me so. I'm running I ain't running free I'm running Trying my best to get away from me. Am I running from who I am Or am I running from who I'll be? I don't expect that you can answer that question for me. And in the meantime, I'm running I'm running