the boy was running again...
this time behind freedom.
he was tired. of the running and the panting
and freedom said come to me
but he didnt know the way
and he didnt care
thats why he found it i think...
it was funny because he had to run
to catch something
that he wanted to run away from
that is what we all do, don't we?
run behind stuff that we run behind,
from stuff that we wanna get away from...
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