Runaway Dreams

Constantly rushing into streets of our runaway dreams, separated from childhood, wanting to be regained from our past. Running as fast as we can, trying to catch hold of all moments in measures of time. Lasting visions holding images of our memories, looking back, resolving issues sometimes when gaining some in- sight through our senses. Incomplete and sorrowful, we wander earth, never leaving, yet not staying here either. Wanting to just let loose, finding another way to heaven, being broken and tired, nowhere to hide. Trying to live with this intense sadness, nothing left to do but cry and let the tears fall as they will, maybe finding their purposes as they hit the ground.