Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, January 07, 2012

Run Far , Run Fast into your arms...

I imagine that we all have thought about the future. Que sa ra sa ra..."what ever will be will be" I use to feel like I was trapped in a spiders well but I think its more like nickelodeon's slime . The more I move the more it stretches and sticks all over ya or maybe it's like one foot leaping and the other stuck in concrete. You can't drag it, you can't get out of it , you can't shake it off, the concrete just keeps weighting you down. 

Run far, run fast and into your arms, 
the love that we share flows from
the heart. Hold me close , don't let
me go, I love you so.

Break these chains that hold my 
spirit down, remove the barriers 
and lift me into the clouds. Don't 
walk away, don't leave me here,
I need the love we share.


Run far , run fast and into your arms, 
the love that we share flows from
the heart. Hold me close, don't
let me go, I love you so.

 

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