Runaway
I feel like I’m flying
away from reality
the final destination
doesn’t even matter
But there’s a chain
strangled around my ankle
calling me back to life
back to nothing, back to me
And everyday again I try
to forever run away
to be hidden and never be found
never again taste the dust in my mouth
I feel like I’m floating
but I’m sinking away deep
feel light-headed, think it’s funny
ignoring the fact that I am really drowning.
away from reality
the final destination
doesn’t even matter
But there’s a chain
strangled around my ankle
calling me back to life
back to nothing, back to me
And everyday again I try
to forever run away
to be hidden and never be found
never again taste the dust in my mouth
I feel like I’m floating
but I’m sinking away deep
feel light-headed, think it’s funny
ignoring the fact that I am really drowning.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Sjacco: | Vrijdag, januari 10, 2003 01:04 |
| Misschien dat de werkelijkheid je lijkt te ketenen. Misschien moet je dat ook even toelaten om je aan tastbare dingen vast te kunnen houden. Hou contact met tastbare echte mensen!! Liefs, Sjacco |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Petite Anette | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 januari 2003 | ||
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