Why do you run, running man?
Is it to escape the breeze that clings to you?
The wind speak of terrible times passed, murmuring each anguish.
Foreign howls also lash at you, enforcing karma’s revenge.
Harmless, yet wounds quickly.
It is misleading to ignore the voices.
Evident it is, yet denial exudes from you.
A prisoner of your own cell,
Bound to the inevitable,
Still rebellious.
Thus you continue to flee, flee to freedom’s gate,
To be uninhibited by memories.
Yet to no avail, it’ll haunt you.
Calluses embedded on soles will be thy mark,
Of futile attempts to decamp from thy fears.
- Rasui Akira
written in October 12, 2005 – 02:23 AM
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