you’re only running from yourself.
the shadows you create.
you’re only turning gold to lead.
mistaking love for hate.
you’re only shattering a mirror,
you thought a prison wall.
you think you’re trying out your wings,
you’re only gonna fall.
you’re only burning bridges while
the floods around you rage.
you think you’ve solved the mystery
but you’ve missed a crucial page.
a pin ball flipped and bounced about
oblivious to will.
youth, sweet youth, my daughter.
truth is waiting for you still.