Fugitive
When a man dies we shiver and tremble
as if the whole world collapsed,
but when a distant tragedy occures
we feel no sorrow, we ask ‘why should
we...’
When we feel that something isn't right
we wait, think, pretend like it was ok
although inside we know the true answer
but still we try to mislead others
who may find the real reasons we
disbelief...
People surround themselves with friends
that they think may help them in need,
but is it so...
do we really share our deepest thoughts
with those we call our 'close friends'
they who can not help not because of lack
of faith
but because of our inconvinient way of
living...
because we pretend to be someone who isn't
really
what we've always dreamed we'll become...
...a fugitve of our own thoughts..
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