Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Blur

So fast, too fast, my head's in a whirl

Not stopping, not looking, not a time in the world

He came, and left in the blink of an eye

No time to think, no time to cry

I'm running, I'm running through a blinding fog

Don't hate me, beloved, I don't notice my wrongs

Someday I will stop. Someday I will turn.

Someday all my sins will have me crash and burn.

Until then I'll run, this mindless race

Through sewage and skies, I'll race to my grave.

3 comments:

  1. A run on a good pitch will get some good score,
    A jump on a good track will leave you par Mt. Rushmore
    A Dive into water may get you to deep ocean floor,
    This spontaneous flow, will fetch you Ultimate happiness on door.

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  2. A run on a good pitch will get some good score,
    A jump on a good track will leave you par Mt. Rushmore
    A Dive into water may get you to deep ocean floor,
    This spontaneous flow, will fetch you Ultimate happiness on door.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Running is for fools, makes my head pound
    In the shade I lie, laughing to myself
    But I'd outrun the whole of humanity,
    If I could just run beside you.

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