6 September 2012
I'm running away from the cop cars. Guided by the lights from the night stars. I'm not getting caught by the watch guards. They want to see me trapped behind thick bars.
I'm running away from the days dirt. Raindrops wash me clean so I don't hurt. Young vagabond in a white shirt. Listen to the birds play their concert.
I'm running away from the overzealous. They don't own our souls but they want to sell us. Questions for questions, answers they will never tell us. Even old friends can be slightly jealous.
I'm running away from the violence. To somewhere where they'll welcome my defiance. Running for a little bit of silence. Somewhere I can live without a license.
I'm running away from the tedium. From living life on a premium. From rule books and the people reading them. Where I can float away without the helium.
I'm running away from familiarity. Where no one has to fight for popularity. Somewhere I can find a bit of clarity. Where they'll welcome my disparity.
Life calls for me. She thinks I'm coming.
But when I've had enough...
I turn my back and start running.
Running Man. • Opuss № I