I shall run away from:
From the banal, cruel & mundane old voices,
From the forced decisions & life´s sad choices,
From the so-called friends & my mute-deaf
kin,
From misunderstandings, of world´s thick skins.
Come & we shall run, from these things together.
I shall run away to:
Towards those cold inclement & wild grey
climes,
To where the stone chapel bells sing their chimes,
To where great eagles soar & the ebon ravens
fly,
To where pewter, mantles the pearl & silken
sky,
Come & we shall run, towards these things
together.
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