Poetry - Far Away

Published on 27 April 2023 at 19:42

Maybe we’re all here because we’re not all there 

Because we couldn’t turn down the voices in our heads 

The room turned too cramped,

And the world too small 


Sidewalks became too familiar, 

Bed too comfortable.  

Our skin began to itch

With the idea of never being able to get out 


Joy no longer came, 

We constantly sought more  


Life moved too fast, yet, 

We were never bored 

Creativity became sterile 

God, what a privilege it is to be bored 


Words took no meaning 

The only one to mean anything, 

Was “run”  


Becoming lost, 

Was the only way, 

To be found

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