WHAT is there in the dark, lurking
what is there in the light, lurking
boots cover my paws; mufflers my ears
run-says your adrenaline.
To where-asks my soul.
you are running from the very day you born
endless running from the mirror.
being secure is the greatest insecurity, one could feel
under the fleeting clouds and raging sun
on a ferocious day in the shade of umbrella
its either you spoke your mind or
kill yourself calmly.
I was too thoughtful, too thoughtful
so that I forget the other person.