Ill run away forever

There is not enough room for me in your life

It is uncomfortable trying to fit

so I leave your life. I will create my own..

I Arrive and intially the freedom is fresh

It allows me to breath

Soon however I realize my perch

On top the mountain is lonely

Look around each day

And I realize again the pastures are not green

On the other side

It does not matter If I run, or I hide

or jump on a plane and leave.

It won't change what is lacking inside

I can't find my spot.

I could fall between the cracks of the pot hole

Run around the sewers all day

Go to California and dream of being an angel in the outfield

drive my car faster on the free way

Or eat a giant hot fudge sunday

Ill still be in diaspora..

lost in the maze

but still able to see the stars..