Perfect World

No matter how hard I run,

              how far I run,

              how long I run.

              how I run.

One fact is always there,

               I'm alone.

              Shadows,

              anger and despair.

Lone wolf howls,

              as if it was me.

              For a place to call home,

              no judgement, just freedom.

No fear,

               no hate,

               no sorrow,

               just to see me.

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