How fast could I run?

would it matter?

would I fall and turn around?

could I taste the salty breeze

or sleep in the tallest trees

before I am, once again

listening to my chains

tap that cold, hard

stone floor.

 

I'm confused,

it's temporary.

in time I will forget who I am

and my soul will turn to ash

but no matter, that crown of thorns has saved us all

so you have written on my dungeon wall

 

No,

I break my chains,

I run

from that musty dungeon.

I run

if only the you could see

the stars through that veil of yours

I run