Run

Half Dome, Yosemite National Park from a lookout.
Photo by author

Run away, run away,

Down the road of dark tomorrow.

What holds the future then,

When all is battered and bruised?

Run away, run away,

Down your own deep delusion.

But can you live in misconception,

In endless fear of loosing?

Run away, run away,

To an island of some half-forgotten memory.

Of something safe and beautiful,

Distant past and longed for present.

Run away, run away,

Run to yourself re-found.

Is there home upon this rock,

Where comfort can be found?

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LexiReap
From My Broken Heart to Yours

Artist, art historian, and all-round deep thinker. I know the world is better when we are kind to one another. It is the one thing we all have the power to do.