On Running Away

caged

This was the umpteenth time that
I felt like running away.
Who cares if I stay?
Lil robin says he’ll miss me
But I’ll doubt that
If I may.

I’ll pack my bags
I’ll brush my shoes
And then I’ll run away.
Get the tickets
Blow the whistle
Yes, then I’ll run away.

open sky

( P.S. – I’m not entirely sure whether I want to end it here. But…I do like the incompleteness in this. So, for the time being … )

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3 thoughts on “On Running Away

  1. Rather like how it ends. 🙂 Even though I know it isn’t really an end

  2. You know what the funny thing is? I wrote a couple poems about running away around then too. =,)

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