On a marathon we're runaways.
Out of rules, out of beaten ways.
Strongly minded, but in rare case
Complicated? Always.
Thousand years of ignorence,
Countless tries to find.
Can i be an innocent
While i'm alive?
Who am i supposed to be?
Who i do believe?
Getting answers -nothing,
but temporal relief.
My belief is dusty road.
Hundreds miles away...
(where)Marathon is going on,
Calling me again.
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© Copyright: Екатерина Экозьянц, 2018
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