I flee from my battles
Just to to fight another
I swallow the hot coal of words
It burns my intestines
Only for me to vomit ashes of charred courage

I feed from the scattered crumbs
Spat on the solenm feet of freedom
New music sprout from the ears of strangers
But my mouth has grown too heavy to sing them
Our age had grown too old to sing old songs

I wish someone would tell me to stop running
To stand and gaze awhile
To sink into the deep rythm of life
To savour the greasy taste of love-
- Sweet oil streaming down my beard

But I must keep running
I just can't help it
perhaps I am just an unfinished story
Running to a new chapter
Running to the new end we can't begin


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