I must run

Life struck me too many times. Maybe in the future I could be a
Like the idea of becoming a musician. Stink as a guitar player. Trying to learn about everybody. Being different of everyone.

I have made a promise

I can’t keep up with

it’s making me feel sore

why am I disturbed 

what can not be seen?

it looks like a ghost

plan an escape route

let me free

stop me for blind

turn up the tone

break a rule

distort this man

pay me for living

erase that dream

leave me alone