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Running

March 2, 2009
By Colette SILVER, Albany, New York
Colette SILVER, Albany, New York
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Running, running, running
But I don't know where it goes
Running, running, running
In my head it sews.
Without a thought,
Without a trace;
In this bleak
Hypersonic place.
Without a start,
Without an end;
The fabric of time
And space will bend.
I don't talk,
I don't hear,
It scares me here
With all my fears.
Hell is heaven,
Heaven is hell,
I can't live much longer
In my underground cell.
Good is evil,
Evil is good,
This place is so bad,
Run away I should.
But trapped here I stay
On my bed I lay
As I await
What surely is my fate.


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on Mar. 25 2009 at 4:55 pm
musicfreak BRONZE, Albany, New York
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woah. i can almost hear it in my head like a song. you should try and put a melody to it