I’ve been running from myself all these years.
Running to nowhere.
Just to forget all the hardships.
Running from myself to others’ goals,
Completely forgetting my own.
Who kept pointing the way to me?
An inner voice or from outside?
For some reason, this tangle began—
The inner monkey broke free from its chain.
It grimaces wildly.
It tears me to shreds.
My soul’s wound—it tests for strength.
Wants to rip open the stitches I sewed?
In its game, a deadly heat.
Third day now. It tears me from inside.
As if it craved unfit love.
But this feeling, alas, is unknown to it.
It drives me into the frost from its home.
How can I now get back to myself?
Inside, time has shifted. Only an hour left.
An hour to start everything anew.
The choice is made. Let it be so forever.
I ve been running from myself
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