Thursday, September 16, 2010

Running from you,
Unsure of what’s to come.
I can’t keep falling,
teasing harm.
Can’t stop spinning in a garden
of hope
and untouched petals of dreamflowers.
Wake me up if you must,
For I don’t know if I’m stuck in the middle.
The road won’t end,
I’ve been running for days,
Is this a sign that I’m meant to stay?

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