Wants, Mine

I want to run away,
Away from Pretence,
Away from lies,
Away from villainies,
Clothed in Smiles.
Away from the faces,
All the different ones
That keep changing,
Rapider than the Seasons.

Daily changes…
Hourly changes…
minutes…
seconds…
Away from all facades.

But
I fear
Fear to be alone,
to be lonely.
I need ropes
Flimsy as they are.
Without them,
I’m afraid I’ll sink,
Though
I know,
I’ll rise
higher
than ever before.

I rot in their glare.

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