Escapism

Run, run away,
Free like the wind,
at one place u do not stay.

Go, go as u will,
Ur own goal is set,
I cannot keep u still.

Turn, turn ur back,
look in another direction,
but to my intentions cut some slack.

Stay, stay in ur corner,
For I know u'd rather that,
Than me callin u "ger".

Do I make sense?
Of course I dun.
But is it meant to?
To u it should.

Ignorance is bliss.
It leaves u with blisters,
and leaves u hanging.
U dun know what u missed,
but u dunno what u had too.
Too bad...