run

sitting alone here,
i wish to disppear,
run away from this world
to realms which look dear.

leaving all places around,
and tread a different ground,
where all miseries end
and just cheers abound.

what roads to take,
what earths to rake,
where shall i stop
which heart shall i break.

nearing the end,
i see the world bend,
praying just my death
i have no message to send.

from all shall i run,
each a hypocrite son,
nothing to fear
no person, no gun.

sitting alone here,
i wish to disppear,
run away from this world
to realms which look dear.