On the Run...

A constant motion, a constant voice of denial.
It gets me through the day but thats all I can really say.
I think it helps, but it only hurts.
Thats what it does, so sneaky yet so satisfying.
So mysterious yet so obvious, so gratifying.

Look inside I hear but that fear is there.
Not wanting to know whats there if I look
So afraid, but so bold
So surrounded, yet so alone.
I just dont know

Pointless, that word haunts my mind.
Nothing I can do about it at this time..
Too late to let it out, to late to let it go.
Only holding on to what I know...

Not wanting to know anymore
Let the secrets flow...
No mystery, No fun
But I prayed for that right???

Oh well its a tarnished thought
To think I can wander back to the past
Doing things a lot differently and not so fast
If only my sanity wasnt on the run.....