On the run
You are running hard, feet hitting the hard floor. You can hear yelling but can't make out what they are saying. Stopping behind a huge statue, you peer out.
Your heart is pounding and you have no idea what to do. You shake yourself and try to find a way out of this mess, but there is none, as normal. Why do I always choose to get mixed up in this mess?
But the voices are getting closer and you know that you need to make a descion, like normal, if you make the right choice you live, for now, wrong choice, you don't want to think about it.
You let out a breath, you know that you have two choices, run and try to find a way out or stay here and hope that they pass you.
Your heart is pounding and you have no idea what to do. You shake yourself and try to find a way out of this mess, but there is none, as normal. Why do I always choose to get mixed up in this mess?
But the voices are getting closer and you know that you need to make a descion, like normal, if you make the right choice you live, for now, wrong choice, you don't want to think about it.
You let out a breath, you know that you have two choices, run and try to find a way out or stay here and hope that they pass you.