Running

While the wind blows and takes away
My thoughts, my dreams - they softly sway

Miles after miles, days after days
For this journey again I praise

My happy feet move off the ground,
Like a feather don’t make no sound

Let me breathe in this clean fresh air
Let me breathe out hate I can spare

I run away just to escape
Reality and all its traits

It is my cure, my therapy
A way to fight my enemy

Will I one day just stop running,
If I can find what I am searching?

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