The Man Ran

 

The Man Ran

 

The man ran from darkness,

And ran into a wall.

The man ran from anger,

And into darkness he did fall.

 

The man ran from depression,

And ran straight to his anger.

The man ran from fear,

And ran straight into his danger.

 

At first the man ran,

But when he did stand,

He found himself.

 

The man ran from denial,

But he could not escape his own lies.

The man ran from reprisal,

But he could not meet his own eyes.

 

At first the man ran,

But when he did stand,

He found himself.

 

Where can you run,

When you’re always with yourself?

Under the gun,

How can you be someone else?

 

The man ran ‘till he’d completed a circle

The man ran and found his own other.

The man ran to the reflection of him,

The man ran until he was his own brother.

 

 

At first the man ran,

But when he did stand,

He found himself.

 

At first the man ran,

But when he did stand,

He found himself.

 

Cliff Lake 12/29/1996

Copyright © Clifford Lake 1996

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