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Run in Where

The road is in style. Can you carry it for a while? Or is the load too heavy, and you find yourselves lost in traffic? But you can’t seem to resist the view it shows looking toward the swing in path.

The glamour of a twisted unknown seems to persuade you with unruly romance. Will you see some sunshine as you ride down to unlock a lonely door? This feeling of emptiness chooses to follow, even into the uncharted waters that have no desire. You keep saying, “We need to get away. Let’s fly away to the next road we see. Will there be a tomorrow that can get you to the place you want to be? Or do you find yourselves losing time inside your head, and you ask, “Am I stuck in this shell?”

Being alone trying to escape the things of the past, it’s saying, “Hurry---hurry---! Now don’t let it catch up to you.” It could squeeze the living daylights out of your hidden secrets. These secrets that keep haunting you, will it ever pass or does it keep pushing you into a corner of glass?

Riding in a fast lane at a high speed may wake you up wondering, “Where am I running too?” Is there an in-between space we could keep a steady course with? Or do we feel like a stranger walking on a crooked line, and it keeps moving without warning? Do I need to ask myself, “have you been hearing things that seems to lurk inside your head? And you find yourselves drifting, not knowing which way to go?” A blind feeling has come over you, wondering, “What am I doing here? And how did this happen?”

I’m looking for my clothes and shoes, so I may get ready to run “to the next door.” I feel like a boy wearing high-heeled shoes. Or are they pumps for we don’t know? They sure slow me down. Wearing the same shoes day in and day out with no place to go, how do I get out of the cold?

This place you find yourselves in could be worse than the place you started with. Have your senses been taken away? Or are you content with the condition you woke up in? Will they take me for a ride, strip me of everything I have, even my pride?

Will a sparkle ever show up so I could tell one from the other?

If we had everything, would that make me king? Would that fulfill my dream and let me rule my life for another day? As you open a door, you found a chance to walk through and run along another path. The road you choose seems to get you lost.

Feeling like a beggar crying, asking, “Please don’t turn out the lights. I’m trying to get out of the dark!”

The shutters of our eyes seem to be distracted with curiosity, wondering if they are open or close. And where do we stand? Confusion has set in, and we noticed our actions seem to be pondering. You may ask yourself, “Are we coming or going? I hope we’re not flying in circles. “Oh my, we forgot to choose. Have we been fooling ourselves again? But it does seem to help when you have nothing else to lose. These blankets in life have been kept tight, and now I can’t see anymore.

These illusions of self-doubt have come to visit me, and now they have overstayed their welcome. Watching the reasons that seek your attention seems to get in the way. “Why would this trembling anxiety keep following me around?” Now it says he has a friend that he would like to introduce me to? I hear the piano playing a tune of regret; they both seem to have a field day on my expense.

Is this really living? Sometimes it’s hard to tell. Well, it’s time to look for the next road. Now where is that confounded door? Has life’s uncertainty come as a sorrow? And you decide to wait for tomorrow, but it’s no better than the day in front of you?

Somehow we seem to make love until we weep, not knowing will there be a satisfaction or will there be tears? Have you found the woman in you has changed? Something’s never stay the same. Sometimes I wonder if the woman in you is worried about the woman in me!

This delusion from the shadow stays within trying to hide the truth! The shame would follow. Have you lost your mind in a puzzle? If I could get all I want, would that be enough? Or do you still think you got less? Sometimes I feel lost, and I’m waiting for my breath to show up so I can run again. Other times I can’t move my feet; it feels like I’m stuck in the ground somehow like a tree.

I thought I knew it all, but somehow my ideas and my courage have disappeared. It’s been walking the streets looking for the next road to meet.

Walking on top of a fence lets me see which way we’ll fall. Will we keep running in a direction to a place we don’t know? Has life drained the slightest ambitions you might have had? And you find out the things you wanted to do may not be so easy, and it usually comes with a price? Are you still looking for a door that you can slip through hoping you may find the right road?

Maybe you scolded yourselves saying, “It’s time to put the brakes on. I’m tired of running zero to sixty in three seconds.” Now you find yourselves going zero to sixty trying to make up for lost time!

“Oh my,” the consequences you put yourself through so you may ease the mind. How they have pulled me like a string running up and down with yo-yos! Why do certain things turn out the way they did? Somehow you lost track of what you could have done next. Seeing yourselves constantly spinning looking at different directions, contemplating, “Which way should I run to now?” Does this feel like living or have we been dreaming?

When you see the bottom of your cup, you may realize time is getting short. Are people like a mosquito that tries to get to know you but become a nuisance? For every time they land on your skin, they want to kiss you with a sting, saying, “Are you my friend?” Will we ever slow down enough to watch it shine instead of running here to there to see how fast we can go?