thoughtsmile (thoughtsmile) wrote in ink_n_sand,
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Running

Metal wind, blow me forward
Enough anguish torn.
Cry hail in the tunnel
Life moving-on coming
Something strives for more.
Leather air, sheltered breath
Need for Real people strong
Immersion in chaos, no
Running spouts, but soon must stop.
Bluish frenzy, constant questions
Catch yourself middle of it
More perpetual running-finding
Whilst nails hammer in.
Fear of truth?
No, losing, isn't that enough.
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