The farer you run from this
The closer you get to this
This is unescapable destiny.
The more you pick up from streets,
The more you let down presets,
Its most unpredictable escalade.
You run and you run, you dont wanna be caught
Know how to remove all the mountains,
Ill be in a crowd to stay as much solid,
News not about me, so i doubt this.
Well, ok, just try to chase it,
Just to make it chase after you,
Im chasing them butterflies,
In a field that is full of the flowers,
And im veiling myself with disguise,
Sky is clean and its looking flawless.
Grass is greening on other side,
And i wish i would live somewhere else.
I just wonder - where is my mind?
Real world is most terrible place.
Escapistique mind
© Copyright: Серафима Лихачёва, 2020
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