Wednesday, November 2, 2011

3rd time in the past year.

Moving is easy
Especially when staying is the hard part
And running is simple
When you're chasing nothing but
Cracked dreams that know they're barely substance.
I finally understand what he said
When he left
How everything was a failed experiment
And how maybe things get better
If everything else falls apart first.
But he was wrong
Because the brokeness hangs thick
When you're alone at night.
And I can't run when moving means change;
Not when staying means that things
Could possibly stay the same.

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