The Runaway
I am running away
today.
my mind
works in steps
that quickly
run away
from defects
that scream
"No next
yesterday or today!"
I chase away
the doubts
they lodge
they sprout
they suffocate
to death
the dreams
dying to come out.
So I lay
wait
twisted
folded
about
to see,
the metamorphic me.
