running through my thoughts all day
i find it hard to concentrate
zoning in and out
wondering
when will my heart take off
shy rocket
when i first see the one
the one that won't
make me want to run anymore
running away
from what's supposed to be
our one and only reality
running till my feet ache
because our "reality"
isn't good enough
for the ones' that has wild imaginations
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poetry
Poetrymy thoughts and hopes about the world and myself. Just put in the form of poetry.
