You’ve been running all your life.

Running from what was hidden

in the past,

in the future

and at last: black abyss.

 

You’ve played hide and seek

hiding from your fears

seeking mother’s lap,

year after year.

 

Your candle passed away

Your rusty chains are broken

Your spirit is released,

flying over fields of wheat.

 

You are free, I know!

You are running with the wind.

 

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