автор: Thug_Shadow

I`ll run
as far as I can
from each closed way
and empty doorway;
and each ship bay
where no ships stay.

From a railway
with a dead end;
from a shut house
with only a cent;
from a fake friend.

I`ll run
as far as I can
from each closed circle,
from a fake miracle,
from each rope
killing my last hope,
stopping my scream,
hanging my dream.

I`ll run if I can.

I`m closed now
in a circle
-my life-cycle.
It`s killing me
but I run
as close as I can
to a... nobody man.

~CR 2003