Let me run.
Let me throw my arms to the sky
And run.
Not run to,
Not run from;
Just run and run and run.
On this globe
Of marvels still undiscovered,
Still unimagined,
We draw around us our robes
Of confusion and hate.
Tearing love from the heart,
We rip ourselves apart.
Is this our fate?
The madness of man!
The rumbling, stumbling, bumbling
Madness of man.
I see the beauty
And I see the defect.
And the angst
Seeps into my bones.
And I want to run
And run and run.
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