I Write Poetry

[u]I Am a Runaway[/u]

I am a runaway but I can't run
My head turns to see
What the back of my head would see
No familiar faces
No faces at all
Just the cold shiver running through my legs, my arms
Just the lightspeed travel of cars
I feel their motion as they zoom past me
My balance is a lightweight
There's nothing vibrating in my pockets
There's nothing vibrating at all
No coins or green paper
I can't walk backwards, only forwards
I am a runaway
I keep thinking the colors will change
The buildings will change
I will change
What I want will just appear in front of me
Everything stays the same except the sky
The sky is now orange and the stars have died
Will they notice I've dissolved?
Will the silence of my voice be pulsing to them?
I see blue and red lights but they move past me
I have to move forward, not backwards
I am a runaway but I still can't run
My only friend is the shadow that follows me
The wind hugs me and seeps through my hair
I have to fight against the strength of the wind
I am moving forward but not to something
I don't know what's ahead
As long as it's not back
My pulse is a jack in the box
Pop goes the sound of the sirens
Pop goes the creepy eyes of the faces I don't know
Need to keep moving
Need a reason?
There's no logic for feeling scared
It's as natural as love
Unconditional as my moving legs
Every new adventure is scary
At least my shadow will never let me go
I am a runaway