Running and running

One might wonder off and view the endless boundary of the clear blue sky. What defines the blurry line between illusion and reality? How the magnificent birds flying, soaring above the horizon. Place where dreams comes true. Well, it is not paradise, but it isn’t hell either.

If the time may come one day,

I would follow you through the 7 seas

For I alone

Might not be able to see through dusk

For

I’m running away,

Away,

Away from time.

I know I’m being silly

Running away from the present

To the future.

And at the unforeseen untold future,

Running away

Yet again from the present of the future

The past of the present.