The Runaway

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.