Running thru this labyrinth of memories from the past.
I trip halfway thru the maze.
Running away from those crazy days, he's catching up to me so I let an exhale of desperation.Devastation will never kick in because I will never give in.
I see a hollow light at the end of this maze I run for it I grasp it beautiful crisp clean fresh air is what awaits everyone there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Running away from those crazy days..I like.