The Lost Realist

Run

From your past, from your future,
From your desires, your own nature,
From your loved, from your enemies,
From all thats close, from all thats true.

Run

Make more distance, it will get you,
Keep going, don’t face what is true,
The truth will leave you in tears,
You don’t need to face your fears.

Run

Don’t stop, you don’t want to understand,
Push harder, run till your breath burns,
Until you are desolate, barren, scorched -
The desert of your own being, and you crawl…

Run

Swifter, Harder, Stronger, Farther,
Away, far far away from your fears,
Far far away from the truth that hurts,
Far far away from all that burns.

Run

Don’t turn around, you will see beauty,
Don’t turn around, you will see truth,
Look at the desolation all around, that
Is all you have. So gather all your might…

Run

Into oblivion, like a coward who never could
Face whats true. Look what you are now,
A shadow of a man. No, don’t think of what
You could have been if you had just stopped.

Just RUN!

This one still needs a lot of work. Rhyming, for example .