you sprint before it catches you
in the cold light of the day
everything is watching you
everything can see you
and the world follows
silently behind you
but it's behind you
not in front
as you are sprinting away
you are moving closer
to something
that puts the world behind you
you can't hide at night
but you rest at night
from your running
and the enemy catches you
but you tell yourself you are in a dream
and the next morning
you are living in that dream
of the enemy who hasn't caught you
no wonder the day light is so cold
and it's true
you can't tell the difference
between fantasy and reality
Saturday, August 18, 2007
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