Escape

I am not that open
That I truly believe I was
I live in a prison
Of my own mind

I seize to pass the day
Is even better
If nothing else
It does not bother

I escape what's not
Even better
I escape from you
Is what keeps me better

Fast Cars

illustration friday: similar by benconservato

Like a horse whisperer
Running for the hills
On a trail;
On a green horizon

With the wind blowing
Faster than lightning;
Further from the sun
And home of the dying dreams

I want to run,
I want to dance forever