The Runner

He was living his life in a fog
 Oblivion's welcoming arms
 His view of society marred
 No perception of forces at large
 Quite the misfit and always on guard
 In his mind rang a silent alarm
 And so lays the ground of a future that waits
 When you feel like you ain't where you are
 Out of control his compulsion to flee
 Absent of value as best he could see
 As from within so without unto thee
 Knew he'd strike out on his own eventually
 And so it would be
 Patience no virtue amid certainty
 Fortune unknown but determinedly
 On the day when he had turned twenty three
 He decided to leave
 He was gone
 The freedom was like an addiction he soared on a glorious high
 Living to him was a mission devoid of objective in mind
 He'd move at the drop of a dime with no thinking or questioning why
 Never developed attachment to things all would get left behind
 This was the method that patterned his ways
 Perpetual motion without any reins
 No repercussions, no piper to pay
 No obligation to come into play
 Nothing to weigh
 No one to sway
 No inhibition or stress to allay
 "No benefit to the bonded" he'd say
 "So die on the morrow but live for this day"
 Lone as the wolf strays he remained one in kind
 A habit of force made as he wade far and wide
 Now onwards and upwards, no grind
 If you don't seek you can't find
 Devil-may-care, well no devil compared
 He was onto one hell of a ride
 He was gone
 He was onto one hell of a ride
 He was gone
 He was gone
 He was gone
 He was gone
 He was gone
 He was onto one hell of a ride
 He was gone
 The runner
 The runner
 The runner
 The runner
 Brick by brick, stone by stone
 Block by block, home by home
 Bridge by bridge, zone by zone
 Piece by piece, forged his own path
 Years come and gone
 Sites come upon
 Miles drifted on
 Wounds licked and gnawed
 Fate hemmed and hawed
 Yet this single flaw
 Fulfillment he never saw
 Running from guilt and from sorrow disguised
 And from things insecurity hides
 Running from doubt and the pressure
 To cope with no semblance of hope on the rise
 Running from heartbreak and love
 Running from who he had failed to become
 Running from fear he then came to realize
 He was left all alone with but words of the wise
 And so on the day when our passage entwined
 Now long in the tooth at the end of his line
 He said "friend, go yonder, but bear this in mind
 In this world, know one truth: you can't run from time"