untitled

Walk out queen

There's something in the way the wind speaks
I want to run...
run until exhaustion comes
and take the life out of me.

If tears could only bring riches
then I'd be wealthy
my whole life through
but they have no value.
They go flowing unnoticed
and uncared for.

There they come
blinding me
with colors of something
that has no name.
I want to run
and forget about it.

So here I am
pretending that life is just a smooth path.
I'm trying to walk away
from something that wouldn't part with me...

I?...
I am going...going...going...
just going...

I will be going...
and I will try not to look back.