Run Poem by Gianni Pintus

Feeling oblivion,
life inside a television,
walk in slow motion,
feel trapped in lost emotions.

Grab the holy sword,
make this journey awake,
state of lost mind,
fire at will lost in my fate.

My name is destiny,
my soul is hollow,
no heart, no sorrow,
only an engine running wild,
push me over the wall,
feel my skin as I'm soft like a child.

Grab the mother moon,
then Illuminate my path,
guide me above the black skies,
deep inside the turmoil horizon,
where only lovers dare,
where angels play with you,
where no tick tock time ever touch you,
where your face is caressed from the shading sun,
and you never been left alone and ready to RUN.