Run Away

Show me the stars made of gold

you melt the ice in my eyes

now we're apart of ourselves

the dance of bitterness is this rage

we embrace the flames of our passion

and another fight starts somewhere,

somewhere we've been

These fists will snap when I command

the rage goes off whenever it tells me so

whirlwind energy of obscenities

hope to hell the child within don't hate

baseball's fun without the ball

and your knees will fall

will fail you

run boy run

run boy run

run boy run, fast as you can

the rage is out for you

i'm coming to hunt you

better run

run, child, run

run (away)

freeflowpoet 1999