How far can I go if I runaway?
Will I be able to escape leaving no traces behind?
Or the footprints of mine will be engraved on the mud?
Will I be able to dissappear in the thin air?
Or something of mine linger around as the dust?
Will I be able to hide completely?
Or a peice of clothes of mine will be left out the closet?
How far can I keep myself save by tricking the world?
Will I be able to decieve everyone?
Or do I end up believing my lies?
Will I be able to curtain up the sky?
Or do I end up blinding my sight?
Will I be able to protect my shadow?
Or do I end up being engulfed in the night?
How far can I embrace my shattered heart?
Will I be able to affix it back like original?
Or do I end up losing some important parts?
Will I be able to transfer trust back to it?
Or do I end up fencing all over apart?
Will I ever be able to give love back to what has been lost?
Or do I end up losing its fragments everywhere?
How far can I live, wanting to die?
How far can I walk, desiring to stop?
How far can I broke, craving to be perfect?
How far can I be seen, for seeking a place to hide?
How far can I go if I runaway in circles again?
How far can I?...
~Hgk_writes
