Far away
I go to hide
What is far enough
Well that i can't decide
Running from the ghosts
Am I free at last
All i really want
Is to be free from the past
Creeping it does
Like oxygen in the air
It will get me again
With no time to spare
So off I go
Again I run today
To only find out
I'lll never get away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem