Running

A Poem by snapstache

The clock strikes twelve

As I run through the city

Trying to escape

My life.

But its unavoidable

No matter how far I run

No matter how good I hide

Life will catch up with me

Eventually.

But I keep on running

Fooling myself

Tripping through this maze which is,

Which was, and will be,

Life.

Author's Note

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Added on July 25, 2010
Last Updated on July 25, 2010

i made this when i was eleven wow. a lot of memories here. feel free to look around i suppose although there won't be anything new posted. more..

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